It's cold ... It's ugly... Did I paid phone? But the Internet? What's in the fridge.... Oh my... I gotta go to market ... again....
I remember how good it was when I was a kid and all that were not even the slightest sense to me. I did not know. Not felt. I only loved the sun and green grass, trees and games. I loved to play "hide-and-seek" and always found a sucker to run from, and he could not find us until he got bored and go home. I remember how we struggled and now we climbed the neighbor's garage. Just to angry our neighbors. To shoot crows that nests in the pine near our windows. There were no days in which the building manager came to our doors to formally inform our parents about the damage. We ... blamed each other and always seems to miraculously get away with it. So, again, we were plotting the next plan of terrorizing the neighbors, mostly elderly. We used to ran in the park in front of the building, on the hills to steal corn or strawberries, or whatever. Then light a fire on shore of Birzava under the bridge of the Sports High School, and enjoy the harvest ... Until late in the nights we used to crunch seeds on the bench in front of the building and we used to play the "flowers, movies, girls and boys"...
Camil, my door neighbor, two years younger than me. We used to tease him by telling him "hairy camel" or "Gamila. Then, on the floor was Fat Sergiu. He was always tired, and he couldn't run at all. On the second entry was Septimiu, but he never came to play with us, and Suzi the daughter of some Hungarians that always expelled us, for being to noisy. Marcus, the one that we always put him into trouble. In the next block, brothers Iorga, Cristian and Adi, or Stan and Bran. In the same building Flavius, "Tzuca" on his nickname, always made fun of him because I had a goat with the same name. Raul, Bebi... . The gang of the district (which consists of fact... 4 buildings) ...We bother a dog, a cat or bird or anything else that could fall into our hands ...
Chewing Turbo gum, but not one ... no no ... All our pocket money were in those gums and more than that, eat 3-4 at once, and used to go home with jaw pain. Since then I won a sensitive stomach and gastritis... Those were some days ...
I sit wrapped in a blanket, listening to music and drink a cup of tea. Outside, about minus some degrees. Wilderness. This time ... Some years ago we made plans for "New Year in The Dryer" ed X or Y. Who comes, who's hiding the drinks. Who's stuffing on each sleeve a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of chocolate liquor "Tanita"... Who comes up with music, beer... Who else can keep our secrets... What concerns and what we used to worry about ... Now, each one with his own life... his own worries...
Now I listen to soul, blues, jazz ... rock ... Then I was lucky if I could steal one audio tape with Gods help, from dad ... to have those 2-3 slows... on which we were dancing like penguins. Otherwise ... Genius, Animal X, 3SE and many others. Maybe if we could steal from home, with great risk, one tape of Modern Talking or Michael Jackson and we would dancing all night long... (Meaning a maximum of 3 am, more than that no parent would leave us).... Now we no longer know where to be snobs, in which clubs with what outfit... another car ... trendy manicure, It's a MUST! If there's a PARTY,it MUST be with DJ, otherwise is no longer a funny world ... And at 4 am, everyone is drunk and drugged and dance on "manele" ... Come on! And there's no more Tanita, is Jack ... There's no more Rubby Bubble ... is Asti Martini at least ... Like everyone knows what the bartender is giving you to drink... Seriously!
Aaanyway...
Childhood, sweet childhood .... I miss it! I miss HOME! Terrorized neighbors with their claims that they have more obedient children ...Yeah, right! Crazy Baba Vela, and Demeni ... They used to entertained us most. I wonder ... Is the walnut in which we were trapped a hole day still there? .... Demeni shaking it as if he expected for us to fall instead of nuts ....
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