Author: Coniac Coniac

It’s her. It must be her. On the other side of the road, a blonde woman wearing a white top and I wonder if she recognized me. This is not Yahoo Messenger and I don’t have my nickname printed on my forehead. All she had was two pictures of me and an illusion of whom I might be. This is the only way I can explain myself why a married woman would come and meet a stranger at the traffic light in front of Stockwell Tube station. The traffic light is still red and I am surrounded by people waiting…

Buna ziua Nu imi vine sa cred. Azi imi pierd mintile dupa ce acuma cativa ani de zile mi-am pierdut sufletul si credinta in Dumnezeu. Zeii sunt suparati pe mine iar eu pe ei. Cand cerul este innorat e din cauza ca nu vor sa ma vada iar cand beau, e pt ca vreau sa uit ca cineva acolo sus , poate exista. Sunt o persoana aproape normala si caut lume care va aprecia ca sunt lovit de tren . Nu dorm noaptea bine si sunt frustrat social-sexual-intelectual. Am nevoie de cineva sau ceva ,care poate sa imi spuna cum…

I pushed the door and stepped inside the Romanian shop called La Dumitrescu in London, trying to hide my enthusiasm as I was accompanied by a non-romanian. It will take far more than a lady behind the till, shouting her life story into a mobile of the latest generation to put me off. Or the fact that there are not many products to choose from. However I did appreciated the interior design of the shop. To make a shop look like it has plenty on offer for its customers is a challenge and I know that as I failed, last…