But about the new things. The news is: I am having an uncle! It's a relatively new experience: for various reasons, some in my mindset maybe, I don't feel I have a family. But what an uncle I'm having! Well he's another story, he feels like he should be a branch of History studies: non-martial-hoplology comes to mind. It's surprising how fun/alive a depressed and ill individual can feel to others, we really ought to think of old-age as some kind of renewable energy. Renewable 'cause as long as we have humans we'll get old--well techno-ideology wants to take that away but hasn't yet given anything back; anyway.

I can't say I wish that to anyone, but maybe being able to say "I've done most of the things I wanted" has something to do with it; well and you ought to ask what does that mean in the midst of daily factual personal tragedy and repression? This sentence does not do justice to the topic at all. But I guess it's a story for another email, because frankly I'm still living it and I dunno how it will go. Though I also feel some stories, like stories about people and lives, simply have no end, and telling it has to be different each time you think about it.

I can't help but see images from my childhood around: not living the evolution of a place means old and new images don't mix: the same street corner time shifts with each step between looking the same and seeming changed too. It's fun: it's a two-for-one. I took some pictures, it would be fun to show you all, but how do you take pictures of that feeling? I guess you'll see the same dusty streets I see, but you see the dust in regular color and I see it in a rich back&white.

I'm making efforts to meet a new generation; my generation. I wrote some ppl on some web sites and got answers and meeting ppl. It turns out I'm not meeting any guys so far; they are not as numerous online, and did answer and perhaps it's just coincidence that schedules are not working out, and they recommended other gals to me. But anyway I'll meet more people and that's great. Just by itself, and also for hearing voices from today's country; a piece of tomorrow's EU. As you can imagine I love this. Hearing new accents and stories, picking up new expressions or gestures, I love it. Well I'm travelling! and that's just great. I don't think I'll leave Romania, but probably will go outside Bukresh to Iasi--"iashi"--the Moldavian capital and probably one of the prettyest cities in Europe I've never visited.