there was this reddish-yellow autumn in the air… it’s all back to the roots now. and a thick mist of fog places heaven and earth in two separate worlds. nude branches interfere with the blanket of fog above, in a gesture of conquering the world beyond the fog. it is unclear if this act of conquest is a battle against what separates the worlds or a “coup de foudre”.
and if I look closer there is no tree. It is me, all the versions of me; and my Cluj and the promise of a harmonious life; and my LatAm; and the rest of the world – promising a tumultous life. And there is this me, stepping back and forth at the place where these worlds interwine. there is me longing to belong somewhere. there is me at TIFF, and Cristi Lupsa talking in a bookstore, and me at “Gala Premiilor in Educatie”, and me at RoPot Evenings and conferences, me at “Leadership Talks”, at “Magic 21″, and at a few summer camps, and me building a project of entrepreneurship in education, and me in the Harmony House, and me eating sarmale (meat rolls in cabbage leaves) at 3:30 a.m after a dancing night in MyWay…, and there is this me “full of go”, loving diversity, longing to taste much more of it… I wanna be country-less..yet I wanna belong somewhere…
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