Multumesc pentru lectura din dimineata asta. Am aceeasi stare de spirit. M-ai facut sa nu ma mai simt singura, dar nici speciala:). Am ras tare, intr-un restaurant plin de oameni, cand am citit experienta cu toaleta. Amuzant cum un lucru atat de lumesc ii dovedeste pana si pe cei mai buni dintre noi. Multumesc inca o data.
It's been a long time since I read something and immediately identified with the author. I'd like to sit in a pub with you over a few beers and become best friends. I feel as if I could knock on your door tomorrow, sit down on the sofa and order a coffee. We're both journalists, we're both teachers, we're both in our 40s, we're both slightly overweight white guys, we both struggle to understand where to draw the line between being friendly with students and inadvertently embarrassing them because, like it or not, we're authority figures. It's amazing that a bulletin written by a bloke in Romania resonates so much with a bloke in Brazil - although the countries may have some similarities, now that some memories of when I visited come to mind. Thanks from a random guy in Brazil!
What a wonderful note, Marcelo. It's what stories do, isn't it? I had a similar experience reading "All My Rage" by Sabaa Tahir earlier this year and wondering aloud: how come my life is so similar to a teenager Pakistani-American? And how come we're listening to the same music?
Maybe one day we'll get that beer -- the journalism festival is Perugia is usually a good place for such random encounters.
This is bitter sweet. I enjoyed reading it, made me think about things.
I still am the future. My future.
Having just woken up from a decades long sleep, now I feel I can actually shape my future- to the extent it's on me, leaving the rest to the unknown.
I too felt intrigued at first when 20 something year old colleagues from university used the polite you and not my first name, which I later took as a sign of my aging. All of the sudden, now I am on the other side of politeness based on age and experience. What a shift of perspective.
It took me a bit to decide to accept and own it. And I hope I will have many years ahead to enjoy it :)
Multumesc pentru lectura din dimineata asta. Am aceeasi stare de spirit. M-ai facut sa nu ma mai simt singura, dar nici speciala:). Am ras tare, intr-un restaurant plin de oameni, cand am citit experienta cu toaleta. Amuzant cum un lucru atat de lumesc ii dovedeste pana si pe cei mai buni dintre noi. Multumesc inca o data.
N-am nimerit scaunul de toaletă din prima. Prea înalt. Aștept înlocuitorul.
It's been a long time since I read something and immediately identified with the author. I'd like to sit in a pub with you over a few beers and become best friends. I feel as if I could knock on your door tomorrow, sit down on the sofa and order a coffee. We're both journalists, we're both teachers, we're both in our 40s, we're both slightly overweight white guys, we both struggle to understand where to draw the line between being friendly with students and inadvertently embarrassing them because, like it or not, we're authority figures. It's amazing that a bulletin written by a bloke in Romania resonates so much with a bloke in Brazil - although the countries may have some similarities, now that some memories of when I visited come to mind. Thanks from a random guy in Brazil!
What a wonderful note, Marcelo. It's what stories do, isn't it? I had a similar experience reading "All My Rage" by Sabaa Tahir earlier this year and wondering aloud: how come my life is so similar to a teenager Pakistani-American? And how come we're listening to the same music?
Maybe one day we'll get that beer -- the journalism festival is Perugia is usually a good place for such random encounters.
Very beautiful read:) it felt deeply honest and real. It is something rare these days.
Thank you!
This is bitter sweet. I enjoyed reading it, made me think about things.
I still am the future. My future.
Having just woken up from a decades long sleep, now I feel I can actually shape my future- to the extent it's on me, leaving the rest to the unknown.
I too felt intrigued at first when 20 something year old colleagues from university used the polite you and not my first name, which I later took as a sign of my aging. All of the sudden, now I am on the other side of politeness based on age and experience. What a shift of perspective.
It took me a bit to decide to accept and own it. And I hope I will have many years ahead to enjoy it :)
"I still am the future. My future." Well put <3