I wonder why people are so inquisitive. We don’t know our self well, but we want to know everything about the others. I think it is in the human being to be inquisitive and to wish what is forbidden…like Eva and Adam.
Sometime we need to tell ours friends about happy or sad moments we lived…hopping to find recognition or an invigorating relationship between us and our friends. With whom can we share a secret? If it is a secret, you don’t tell anyone…but let’s take a look at the dictionary‘s definition (
http://www.answers.com/topic/secret):
1. “Kept hidden from knowledge or view; concealed.
2. Dependably discreet.
3. Operating in a hidden or confidential manner: a secret agent.
4. Not expressed; inward: their secret thoughts.
5. Not frequented.
6. Known or shared only by the initiated: secret rites.
7. Beyond ordinary understanding; mysterious. 8. Containing information, the unauthorized disclosure of which poses a grave threat to national security”
According to this definition I shouldn’t write in my blog about my secret life…this writing is about my life.
The home I grew up in was a flat apartment block. My village is on the banks of Danube River, inside the Danube Delta. Living in a natural reserva means sometime being isolated from the rest of the world. But I enjoyed my childhood away from noise pollution, cars and mindless vandalism. I used to help my parents on the farm, feeding the animals or working the land.



When I was a child I wanted to be be a doctor. I created a chemistry laboratory in my room and I had been experimenting with new drugs on my dolls. I discovered that in mathematics and physics disciplines I was better than others children and I wanted to become an engineer at the village mine, the only industrial activity of this place. I started realise that my parents are working very hard in this mine and I wanted to change their life being their engineer. Today I finished my studies in business of corporation and sole the though to go back and living in my village scare me. How quickly die the dreams of a child! Despite their ephemeral aspect, we need dreaming to go on.
The moment that changed me for ever is a bad thing that had happen to me…my secret. But don’t we change every day a little? Life is a progression and what we see, hear, and live in a lifetime is changing us.
My greatest inspiration was Eminescu, a celebrity in poetry in Romania and Mircea Eliade. Eminescu’ poem is reflecting love and sadness’ emotions. Mircea Eliade was a historian of religions, fiction novelist, a teacher, a philosopher, but the one of his book that changed me is “Adam si Eva” which explain the “déjà vu, déjà connu” phenomenon.
When I was a child, at night I was dreaming of being princes. Today,
at night I dream of real life.
Men think that the primary concern of woman is looking in the mirror.
What I see when I look in a mirror is a rather fat and short person, but image change function of days spirit.
My style icon…I don’t have one anymore. I used to emulate one of my cousin…she was studying medicine and was so kind with all people around her, but I grow up and I sow that things are not what they seems to be. We are all prisoners of our selfish life.
My favourite item of clothing…I don’t have one still I’m comfortable with.
You wouldn’t know it but I’m very good at improvising. For example I can cook couscous in the microwave, and I can make a sauce function that what I can find in my fridge. I never go out to bay the right ingredients.
You may not know it but I’m no good at history and geography…I never liked learning the important years of different countries’ history, but if someone rephrasing for me their stories like a legend, I’ll remember all my life.
All my money goes on…I don’t have enough money…My little money goes mainly in phone bills ( I speak to much with my mother) and in my survive out border.
If I have time to myself…I listen music, I drink and I smoke… altogether still I think about my past, my present and my future. Of course I prefer stretch out on the grass, admire the blue sky with its shining eyes and hear the restless waves of the sea, but I’m spending the most part of my life in the noisy cities.
I drive…I don’t drive. I have learned driving with an incompetent instructor but I haven’t find time to take my drive licence.
My house is…I don’t have my own house. I’m renting in London one room, I cancelled my rent contract in France and in Romania I’m living with my parents or my friend.
My most valuable possession is …me, my brother, my parents and my friends all over the world.
The last album I bought…I never bought one. My brother provide me any music I want or I don’t want.
In 10 year’s time, I hope to be…enough happy and rich to help my family, hope to be surrounded by friends and hope to be enough powerful to earn a smile from sad faces.
My real-life villain…I discovered that each of us feed an evil inside…we are such a selfish being. My greatest regret is I’m not different. I heart people and I got heart. This is a part of our little life…it suppose to make you stronger.
…if I could change one thing about my self…but I can’t.
Today my life in more then seven words…be tolerant, ignore what you can’t change and pay attention at what you can change.