The place where part of my familly story started

Here I am in Hamburg with my friend. She knows everything about this city and she introduced me to it with love and nostalgia. I loved it. I was scared a little bit because I heard (from Monica mainly) not really nice recalls of Hamburg.

But maybe it is because she did not see it with a friend or through the eyes of a friend. Here some photos and the story of my father's family.

One of them left Hamburg at the beginning at the century with some horses and travelled east towards Crimea. In his way back he stopped in Krakow and was charmed by a beautiful, wonderful Polish girl, married her and moved to Bucharest. (Is it just a proof of a culture of mobility encouraged at the beginning of the century, or something was chasing them out of Krakow, do not know). Here my grandfather was born.
Here are the photos and I will just shut up.

Love

This is a post I start to write in August .

Not like in "I am in love" 'cause I am not or I might be falling or maybe not. Or maybe yes. How can one know it? Anyway I just mentioned that I am not talking about this subject but other kinds of love or...

... of why is love so important. Why it hurts so much when someone you love dearly suffers, a friend, or your familly. You try to understand things. Why? How?

However what I learned yesterday was that I just have to love them. I spent all night wondering what to do and in the morning when the pain was really hard and I saw my friend, I knew it. That all I have to do is to tell her I love her and that things will work out.

It hurts when you, my dearest friends, are away or far or estranged and I feel furious when I do something wrong or plain stupid.

But when you feel that I let you down, or disappoint or hurt you please tell me because I never do it on purpose and do love you very very much.

Mom and Dad in Paris

This is my favourite one. When Mom saw Paris from up the hill at Montmartre she cried and Dad also and they and we all were happy. Really happy. Monica took all the pictures (the link goes to the photos on her site).

It meant for me a lot that my parents took the trouble to come and visit me and it was wonderful that Monica was there as well. Just a little bit sad that Crissie could not come.

France

Paris under siège. Is it really La République en danger?

Students burning books at la Sorbonne... call it gap between generations, East European attachment to the good, old printed word or just reaction of a bourgeoise and old fashioned creature but the events this last week in France make me furious.

I wanted to write about spring, sun, longing of being in love and than I took a look to the newspapers and got again furious.

So I will be back with nice photos with mom and dad visiting me in Paris (one of the most beautiful of my life) and with Paris blooming and la Seine more romantic as ever.

As soon as get a little bit calmer and ... maybe, wiser.

Happy New Year

It has been too long since I last wrote you and here I am wishing you all the best.

Little things occurred every day and I did start the new year hoping for the best, whatever this might be.

I was so happy to rediscover Paris and its surroundings through the eyes of my sisters between Christmas and New Year's Eve. When I take the time to walk across the city and actually to look around I enjoy it tremendously (especially when Monica and Cristina are at my side).

When I take the time to walk across the city and actually to look around I enjoy it tremendously (especially when Monica and Cristina are at my side).

The New Year's Eve we went to the Theatre Mogador to a show of Snow Lake. Enchanting music and strong message. But... is it so rough to be different? Does normality dooms us to death?

Had a wonderful time afterwards at Anne’s and a lot of champagne.

I took several decisions for this year: I will learn German (do not laugh this time I will do it properly), I will do some sport (be it just walking to Sacre Coeur) and I will definitely not let myself dragged through life: CONCENTRATION AND ACTION.

So how were your holidays? Did you have the time to enjoy dears ones, recall some past Christmas memories and look forward to new ones?

PS. The photos were taken by Monica