I don´t know about you, but I´m ready for summer! Winter has just come to Norway, it´s freezing cold, we´ve got lots of snow and I´m already fed up, so I´m using my blog as an escape yet again. So let me pack a light bag to somewhere exotic and invite you over for an umbrella drink! 😉 
Omg, I´m in Istanbul today and had I not posted my delay on Fb, I most probably wouldn´t have heard about the terror attack! 
Turkish Airlines is a rubbish company and so I solemnly declare that this was my first and last time with them! I almost lost my connection on my way to Romania on account of their delay and now, on my way back to Oslo, they were so late that I had to spend my entire afternoon in line for a new ticket, with a wannabe Don Juan hitting on me incessantly. Arghhh! I tried everything- passive, passive-agressive, bitter, annoyed, arrogant, but nothing seemed to work, he was so sure of himself it made me vomit. Finally he got a ticket to Algeria this evening and I´m on the first plane to Oslo tomorrow, so I was spared for his company the rest of the day. Phew!
I got a 5 stars´ hotel room somewhere “in the city”, even needed to purchase a visa, since I´m a Norwegian citizen (when does that ever happen, that being Norwegian is worse than being Romanian?!), but by 5 o´clock I was too tired to explore anything. I went straight to the minibar and found me the white wine, changed into a comfortable gown and nibbled on some pistachio chocolate. And at 7 o´clock dinner was served, the free kind of dinner that´s just so very sad you feel like shedding a tear or two. haha! Tasted all right, but I´d rather have paid for a jolly atmosphere.
Hush, baby, don´t say the words
It´s better we leave things like this,
Easier to part with the body,
When you haven´t seen the soul.
I don´t need your tenderness,
There´s no tomorrow anyways
Let´s just fall asleep like this
And pretend to be lovers
For a night.
January, 2016
I asked my doctor some years ago if he´s sure I´m not bipolar and he said yes. But while re-reading what I wrote yesterday, I can´t help but wonder if I should get a second opinion. 😉
Today I´m fine. I spent a fortune at Max Mara and Stefanel, but that´s not the reason. The sun is shining and I´m in love with Bucharest again. It´s always been a constant in my life and right now I need as many constants as possible.
It´s refreshing to be back in Bucharest, where most of my family and friends live, I let myself be dragged into its moist grip, I venture in it like in the arms of a lover.
As I do it, I´m trying to get a grasp of myself in the mirrors of the city. I sometimes catch a glimpse of my old self, familiar gestures go through me with the violence of an ambush. I go to the same places and although they smell the same, they bring me in a slight state of faint.
Haven´t had a bite since yesterday
And my head aches like hell
And so does my neck
I forgot to take my pills again.
The guy next to me is a decent kid
I just can´t get why he didn´t shower
He stinks of curry sweat and it´s making me sick
to my stomach.
I can´t move seats, though
This politeness thing is a big deal with me
Although I feel like saying
Fuck me, who cares about politeness
These days, anyways?
Who cares about anything anymore?
It´s just a silly front, anyhow
Let me have another coffee
I´ll breathe in your curry sweat
Or should I get wine?
January, 2016
The Turkish Airlines steward reeks of cheap cologne
And I haven´t seen anybody this jolly in ages
I almost feel like slapping him, poor fellow!
“Coffee?”
“Coffee would be nice”
“Coffee on ice?”
“What? No! Plain”
“Haha, I misunderstood”
“No worries, I say!”
Wipe that smirk before I do, I think to myself.
My fellow passenger wakes me up
He needs to use the restroom
“Sorry, didn´t mean to be rude”, I say
“It´s just that I´m not myself”
He stares (I love making people uncomfortable!)
“Is it your throat? I have drops”, he says
“My throat? No, it´s my heart.”
“No cure for that, I´m afraid.”
It´s amazing how I´m crumbling down
Within myself
And I still think of being polite.
January, 2016
Bullshit, I feel like saying out loud!
I know I should restrain myself, but I can´t!
Arghhh! Such bullshit!
Forget it! Keep it to yourself, I don´t want to know!
Whatever. I´m busy enough as I am
I don´t need this shit, too
You probably get that, too
I only go with the heart
It´s good we´re not all alike.
January, 2016
Confused, you said?
I get that. Sort of.
But I´m not good at waiting
And I never was.
It´s not that I´m so sure,
But at least I can own my feelings
It´s a grown-up thing, I feel,
But hey, we´re not all grown-ups.
January 2016
My love story with the fabulous Louboutin shoes began 4 years ago when I was interpreting in a 3 months’ long human trafficking case in Bergen. I would pass by a luxury store on my way “home” to the hotel every single day and drool on a particular pair-beige Oxfords with laces. Until I had to buy them one day, and they’re still my most outrageous treat, to this day! 😉
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