my favorite Romanian writer, Mircea Eliade, considered Bucharest as a mysterious town, a world of mysteries and defying every known principle of regularity. … he considered that every corner, every wall, every rock of Bucharest has a story to tell … I wanted to believe him, and hunted for his dreams and stories, since I first got in Bucharest. I have stared at the walls, and searched for their stories; I have listened to the stories told by the streets, and old buildings; of green yards and wineries … an old lost world, behind the shadow of the new world built out of steel and glass, under our eyes.

I am convinced Bucharest is a miracle … a miracle of humanity. A mixture of cultures and trends, of fashions and life styles.  A mixture of old and new, a dying world, born under our eyes …

I have experienced numerous types of worlds during my staying in this strange world: I have experienced art, and I have experienced technology; I have experienced ethics and ruthless world of business and social interaction; I have experienced hard rock and high life; I have experienced nights in Fire and nights in Gaia …and then there still was something more, something I couldn’t name, but there was already a name for it; somethig I thought I would not know … but I have lived …. and the feeling can’t be equaled!

I have been invited Saturday night in Arenele Romane, for a drum&bass performance … I had no ideea what will happen in there … and I’m still not very convinced about what had happened in there .. I’m never too fascinated by music … it was nice, it was more then nice … it was hard, it was wild and it was a feeling … the screen projections … I was amazed by them … I could find myself lost in the world of visuals, trying to imagine what was the story of those images … there was drama, and fun; there was courage and anger … there  was lot of anger and rebellion, there was dissatisfactions and the courage  to get out of the crowd … and I loved the feeling – still I can feel it was not my world, not the world in which I will feet – I will feet no world (but that’s a totally different story) … and then to continue!

I am way passed the age when foolishly I will fall in love with the first guy coming into my face … but this time I couldn’t help! He simply shined among the others … I could realize I was staring at him, thanks god he didn’t noticed … he was the definition itself of a beautiful guy! I have never saw a boy looking more beautiful then him, and I believe I will never see anyone like him . He was a like sculpted in marble … with strong eye arcade, long bony face, skinny, but well built. Very pronounced cheeks, and   geometrical chin … the face bones were strong, and hard … his skin was soft like velvet, like the shining marble … like a thought … I have many tentatives to place him on my canvas … unsuccessful trial …. nothing went out of this … I regret not taking any picture of him … since then, the only thing I’m thinking about is him, and how much I would have loved to have his picture! I will further accept the invitation of my friend for this kind of events …. and next time I’ll see him … I’ll have him on my canvas! he will be my work of art …. he will be my mystery with long rasta hair!