I could have tried to write a great poem, a ballad of sorts for these guys, but my means are humble. Because I opened a parenthesis in my last post, I felt the surge to open wider on the subject. These guys, the dudes, a term that is too general, but here it refers toContinue reading “The Dudes”
Author Archives: Adrian Cluciu
Under The Skies Of Oregon
Most of our adventures start at the Newark Liberty Airport. This is a big hub for travelers around the world and for the main points of operations for United Airlines. Getting there might turn into a nightmare, as every single vehicle on the road seems to be headed in the same direction. Still, we liveContinue reading “Under The Skies Of Oregon”
The Joys of Soccer World Cup
The controversy around the World Cup tournament happening in Qatar almost caught me by surprise this year. It’s not that I did not know about it, and the unusual period of the year when it is happening, because I actually did. There was a lot of controversy around the event being appointed to a countryContinue reading “The Joys of Soccer World Cup”
REFLECTIONS
I am sitting here at the table, watching the bright screen of this computer and try to comprehend the value of time. I am not thinking about a monetary value, but at the importance of time in our lives. There was a certain stage, earlier in my childhood, which lasted steadily throughout teenage hood andContinue reading “REFLECTIONS”
About A Time of Change and Its Hero
The death of Mikhail Gorbachev filled the headlines around the world. For those that didn’t live the end of the eighties, the name Gorbachev might say nothing, or it might say too little. However, for an already old guy that I am, I had the luck to become a teenager right at the transition betweenContinue reading “About A Time of Change and Its Hero”
Patru ani de regret și recunoștință
În urmă cu patru ani, într-o altă zi fierbinte de august, tatăl meu a plecat de lânga noi, hotărând să-și mute sufletul bun și inima iubitoare în eternitate. Nu sunt sigur care este prima mea amintire cu tatăl meu, dar ar putea fi aceasta: eu stând cu ambele picioare de copil pe picioarele lui din față;Continue reading “Patru ani de regret și recunoștință”
Of Sorrow and Gratitude
Four years ago, on another hot day of August, my father passed away, deciding to move his kind soul and loving heart towards eternity. I am not sure what my first memory of my father is but it might be this one: standing with both my child feet on his forefeet; he was walking withContinue reading “Of Sorrow and Gratitude”
CHRONICLES FROM A FARAWAY PLACE
Mizies is a small village nested on a plateau emerging right before the steep slopes of the Western Carpathian Mountains. It is a small place, unknown to many, but still close to the town of Beius, a small town with old history, a citadel longing for the title of a city. Because of this proximity,Continue reading “CHRONICLES FROM A FARAWAY PLACE”
The Springs
Every time we started for the mountains we had for hydration but empty bottles. As weird as it might sound nowadays, with all the theories about the need of humans to consume a certain amount of liquids a day, we always carried empty bottles with us. It wasn’t because we did not experience thirst; itContinue reading “The Springs”
Of What I Know and What I Don’t Know
I felt a little disappointed by the tone in which I ended my last post about bison and humans. And that’s because I woke up one day to one example of the great deed that humanity can do when in need. As I was reading the news about the terrible course of the events inContinue reading “Of What I Know and What I Don’t Know”
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