havent slept more than 5 hours a night for the last 6 days, first day of fast, my laptop, restaurant One by U.N.A.T.C., bucuresti, romania, eastern europe, the 90′s, 7 time zones later

Or is it labtop? seems to me it sits on top of my lap, doesnt it? i dont have a lab.      ….i used to have a golden retriever.

your room was clean, we messed it up, pulled up the screen and smoked pall malls out the window, hiding the butts, i was looking for the sun glasses i had bought for 30 bucks at trudeau when i surprised you because i was just too high, i am wearing clothing from around the world i told you as i was looking up at you upside down, my socks are from romania, my pants from bc, my shirt from brazil, my sweater from new-brunswick, my hat from austria, my jacket probably from germany. anyway i thought of looking behind the fridge and instead found the jewelry you thought you had lost forever after we came back from vama veche when we met a year and a half ago.

everything is so familiar yet i havent fallen into the realization that im here yet. laying you down in bed, it felt like no time had passed. when you got back it felt to you like you were just in another part of montreal, little romania. i forgot to bring the squeeky cheese.  on the city bus a woman came to the airport to have supper with her brother who was flying to d.c. from vancouver, we were talking about people who work in new york but commute from london. and what about dubai?

i was half expecting the stray dogs to be running after our plane touching down as if we were a car

i guess thats the difference between otopeni and banasea

the difference between lufthansa and wizzair, 2 1/2 hours of being spoken to by flight attendants in either german or english, being served german bier and either turkey or cheese (cheese, with radish mayo on vollkornbrot) balisto und mineralwasser, smoking gauloises at FRA, and well, a wizzair flight

one of the few times someone was waiting for me at the airport, for half a second i wasnt sure it was really you, just a flashing blur running to hug me, an overdose of sleeplessness and carelessly travelling throughout environments and receiving all of you at once.

we got really hungry, and the waiters were simply ignoring us, took our business across the street to Papillon

its weird to eat vegan in romania.

refusing to bring ciorba back to buc from blejoi (prahova) was like a slap to bunica’s face. “but it’s delicious!”  but our religious convictions are stronger

-we can just have oral sex.

-no, thats sex.

-not according to bill clinton. what about anal? thats how mary was a virgin.

-NO!

-oh, c’mon! what if i tap your bummies like this, is that sex?

-that’s alright.

-YES!! (tap tap tap tap tap)

what I dont understand is how a goth like simona (who just coloured the tips of her hair blue, which must have been a lengthy process, first dying her brown hair black, then bleaching the ends and then dying them blue. she is actually not wearing solely black today) has been fasting since the 15th (” i have my few exceptions.” dumplings, apparently) obviously its not due to her religious convictions. maybe she just likes being vegan 80 days a year. i asked how hard she found it to refrain from sex. no response.

and then theres the whole breaking the fast by eating an entire pig. the way a fast is broken is one of the most important steps of the process. we have a juicer. we’ll do a juice fast. for ten days or so. then ease our way into eating pork. teo doesnt feel like she’ll have enough energy for school and the gym. any tips?

i got a north-america-to-europe plug adaptor thingy. only 5 lei. im happy. its the first time i bring electrical appliances to europe. whats happening to me? laPtop, digital camera, watch, might even get a cell-u-lar tele-phone. thing is, i dont even know what to do on the inter-web except check e-mails and fessebouche. i need something i can waste time on (y’know except porn) “don’t you have a blog?” oh yeah! i think its time for a list:

things

I

miss

about

Romania

…and Teo