Feel like traveling… June 28, 2010
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A spirit like mine can resist without traveling just about this much. We have been in Bulgaria for the 1st of May and I really liked Balcic and the way the people treated us around there. They are much nicer than the Romanians working in the hotel industry. It was odd to see that the hotel personnel answered in Romanian when you asked a question in English. Where else in the world people will answer in Romanian besides Romania?!
Anyways it seems like 1st of May is so far and I feel like traveling again. The issue is that there are too many things to be done around here and most of the time until the big day is planned. The big day is our wedding day on the 6th of August.
Maybe we will escape to Austria for a weekend…
Nicknames May 17, 2010
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This post is about nicknames and how annoying I find them sometimes.
Today I got a link to a blog from a friend. I liked the blog a lot and I found the blogger to be a very interesting individual. He is an erudite I would love to learn a thing or two from, but he is nowhere to be found. It’s just his nickname and his blog. And while I was reading the “About” page which was talking about the “nickname” and not saying much about the guy himself I remembered my acting teacher from high school. I admired him a lot – a complex person, dressing in simple clothes, always smoking elegantly (this made him look a bit mysterious) and asking questions I have never thought about. One of the questions that got stuck in my mind forever was: “Aren’t you proud of your name?”. He asked me this question at my first acting course, when I didn’t even know if I was in, because they were selecting very few people and I badly wanted to be among the selected ones, but I had no clue what they expected from me. The first thing they asked us was to present ourselves. To pronounce our names as in “My name is…” and then to sing our names. It seemed dumb to many of us, like…they already knew our names from the moment our parents subscribed us there…Anyways, one by one we told our names. Since to me at that moment it seemed unimportant and I was a very shy compared to nowadays, I told them my name as if I would have sad a bad joke and I knew it was a bad joke: in a low voice, without any pride, almost inaudible. Aaaand yes, I saw my teacher’s face saddening. And then he explained it all to us: you might like or dislike the name your parents gave you but you should learn to cherish it. After all, it’s the it that defines the who. It’s not a tag as many call it, is so much more. Is the “how they call you” when they think about your actions, when they love you, when they hate you, it’s even how you call yourself when you look in the mirror or try to encourage yourself to become a go getter! It’s part of you and when someone asks you what’s your name you should pronounce it loud and clear, and if the context allows it, you should also add a look straight in the eye of the questioner and a firm handshake. Of course if all this represents you and defines who you are. If not, you can stay little and hide behind a nickname, even if you are grand. You can make the nickname the gatekeeper to the real you, so that the curiosity and love of others will not reach your heart…if that’s who you want to be. But if you believe that most of the people on this globe are good people and don’t mean you harm, like I do, then you don’t need a gatekeeper to your heart.
Winter is almost here… October 19, 2009
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The summer was busy and autumn even more. In different ways though, first one traveling, the second working. Iin the middle of the economic crisis you would think there should be more free time for a small entrepreneur.
After one month in Italy and one in Belgium, some trips to Germany and France, we got homesick and came back to Romania. It was interesting to leave Brussels in autumn (end of August) and arrive home in the middle of the summer…it felt like 2009 had two summers. Now it changed, it has been raining for about a week…a bit too British for my corner of the town.
It’s unbelievable how with all the crisis in the newspapers, there is no crisis in the online industry and I am sure it will be like this until January which is a bit silent and then in mid Feb it will start all over again…which makes me think about taking a small break again before the December work peak. The projects’ number will increase in December, when everyone wants to finish before Christmas and of course they will outsource almost everything to have all stuff finished before New Year’s:)
We have already planned some big breaks: the New Year’s party (hopefully for not more people than the last one) and our wedding party (I won’t brag about it, but I had to mention it). I still have to think about a short non-active break someplace nice for this winter and see what discounts I could get for an early booking for a July tour to Scandinavia…though sometimes “last minutes” are cheaper and cooler than early bookings – this July, Swissair had last minute return plane tickets from Zurich to Tokyo at around 300 euro. How cool is that? But I decided I want to see some parts of Romania first, then Scandinavia before Asia. Unfortunately there is no serious and complete website about what’s there to see in Romania. I had a talk with a friend who has traveled a lot in Romania and surprisingly it seems that the ones who know the beautiful places around here, don’t want others to know about them…maybe I will make the website after discovering the parts I haven’t seen yet…
My third day in Brussels…the second time. August 6, 2009
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We have seen most of the city last year by walking around…the first city we have seen walking was Genova in 2006. We did that because we wanted to spend the possible least on transportation. Then it became a pleasure and a habbit. We have seen Paris on foot (18km in the first day), Barcelona, Brussels, Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Zurich…we love ending up in a deserted neighbourhood or some forgot place that usually is not discovered by tourists so we take the untaken roads and don’t listen to the gps.
2 evenings ago when we arrived we went for a beer. Last year we went to the ’2004 beers menu bar’ and tried various ones, this time we went to a small typical bar and drank typical beer (we tried the triples which were over 6% alcohol). I got a bit dizy since I am not used to alcohol anymore, like when I was a student.
Yesterday we started walking:) We didn’t want to see what we have already seen and we felt attracted towards the parks so this is what we did. We walked for just about 2 hours and staied in a park for 3 hours more. I love the feeling of staying on grass. In Romania you can sit on the grass so I have always loved the Western Europe parks for this freedom. In Zurich people were wearing swimming suits in the summer in the main park near the Zuri Lake and if it got too hot they just jumped in the water. In Frankfurt it seemed parks were the only perfect places to study and people made barbeques. I miss the botanical garden from Frankfurt…
The best symbol for freedom, from my point of view, is the sea. Not the one you see from a sandy pieceful 1km beach, where people go to be lazy, but the one you see from the rocky shores of the Mediteranean…where the waves don’t joke and the sea shows its entire joy of life, where you need to take a mountain bike or your tracking shoes to see it. That’s freedom. However, when I lived in a city with no sea, I needed to figure out another symbol for freedom and rest my eyes watching it for hours…and this is the green from the big parks, both the grass and the trees.
Packing August 4, 2009
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Genoa was great this year.
I have been seeing it each summer since 2006: as a student in a holiday, as a job searcher, as a “house wife”, as a freelancer and this year…as a tourist. It was amazing. Of course, if the previous years wouldn’t have existed, this couldn’t have been so amazing.
Since I wrote last time, we moved. We were staying at a friend’s place on Via Balbi (Unesco heritage street) 2 minutes from the train station and 10 from the harbor. The street was very noise and lively: full of people of all colors and nationalities, some of them sipping their coffees on a terasse placed on the sidewalk, in front of the doorstep of the coffee shop. In one word, the touristic area, full of life, charm, young people, hot weather, dust, sleeping with open windows, hearing the bus every hour until 2 in the night and then starting again at 5 in the morning. Hearing the same song over and over again from the dancing school across the street. Seeing blond backpackers – so obviously not Italians since the Italians turned their heads and said “ciao bella” to the Scandinavian blonds. I missed the noise of this street and I took it in completely.
Then last Wednesday we moved to another friend’s place up on the hills, away from the tourist area. This neighbourhood is so amazing. I have been to Monica’s place before but never stayed here. I always smile when I remember how we got to know her. She is a Romanian who had a tough life and who’s been living in Genoa for almost 8 years now. The neighbourhood is one of the cheapest in Genoa, the kind of place where most of the Latin people live, together with some young Italian families with low budgets and old Italians who just stayed at “home”. And when I say old I mean from 90 years on. The blocks are build on every piece of land possible, they have terrasses one on top of the other, you need to climb hundreads of stairs to get to the highest block. In the same time, we are less than 2 km from the harbour, so in the night we can see the light of the laterna caressing the blocks. The wind is so enjoyable and seeing grass and trees is wonderful. People cherrish their small gardens and once in a while you can hear a granny calling her husband for lunch, asking him to leave the darn garden. Everybody says hello if they happen to go on the balconies and meet eachother’s eyes. You can actually hear birds and the air is clean and has an adurable temperature. Compared to Via Balbi where the heat was sometimes unbearable and because of the air humidity I felt like taking a shower every half an hour, this is heaven countryside. On Sunday you hear the church bells, and every morning some old people play some forgotten songs like our “romantze”…melancholic…
Of course, most of the women are housewives and at lunch time you can guess what type of food the nieghbour cooked by the smell. In Zurich that never happened to me…and the kitchens were so small…you could have definitely guessed that is not an enjoyable area. Here, kitchens are bigger. The kitchen is the room where family gatherings happen. With a 2-3 hours lunch break of course you can jump on your scooter and run home for lunch and then go back to work for a few more hours.
Well…that’s Genoa through my eyes as a tourist…of course if you search the archives of my blog from 2006 you will see my stories were different…
And like any other tourist, I am leaving. Me, my fiance Dani and my brother Luxi are flying to Brussels tomorrow. We just finished packing. Me and Dani have seen Brussels before and I it’s in the top of the “favourite cities to live in” list. For example I love Genoa but just to come here for a break, I couldn’t live here for the rest of my life. Things happen to slow, people are either tourists or old people…Last year I thought I could live in Brussels forever – it seems the perfect mix for me…let’s see how I feel this year…
And even though we are in a holiday, business has never been better…
Sipping a coffee in Genoa… July 29, 2009
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It’s been a long time since I wrote last time. I have been going through a period where many thoughts were diving through my mind. After a lot of hard work this spring, we decided to take a 1-2 months break. We bought a one way ticket to Milan and from there we went to Genoa – a place where we have lived before and we fell in love with. We have been here for 16 days now and we love it. It’s no wonder people here live up to 100 years old. We have already done the Cinque Terre track 4 or 5 times and seen the French Riviera about 4 times, together with Santa Margherita Ligure and Portofino…
I just can’t get enough of the typical icecream…the best I have ever tasted. I would fly to here once a year just for the gelato from Boccadasse. It is faithfull love – i don’t really eat other icecreams even though I am in love with it – because nothing compares with it. Sometimes I cheat and buy a Hagen Daz where it is available…as a surogate cause nothing compares with the Boccadasse icecream from Latteria Antica.
I love watching people on fitness bikes on a terasse on the rocks in front of the sea. The trainer plays this wonderful music that makes you paddle some more and gain speed and you are biking and biking and watching the sea…that’s sports!
For me, there is nothing more beautiful than a rocky edge you look over and see the sea…and possibly there will be people sunbathing on the rocks, just like seals do….Mountains and the Sea! Both in the same 50sq meters!
Amazingly enough the business goes just fine with me and Daniel in a holiday. I don’t know whether we are great managers or it’s just some luck, but it works. We can actually be in a holiday for half a month and the “machine” keeps running just as well.
Also amazing is the fact that my Italian has never been better. It seems it improved more from making translations than from actually living here. I have been living here for 1-6 months a year since 2006 and I gained another language skill without even opening a book…I even make money from translations…why go to Harvard? If you have a brilliant mind and want to keep it that way, don’t choose education means and institutions that will make you lose the ability of your artistic and dreamy side of your brain! At least this is how I see things. To evolve, we need to use more of our brain, more of our both sides of our brain…which we thought is not quite identical with becoming a senior business analyst in my case or a senior system engineer in Daniel’s case.
We have no plans for tomorrow and this gives my mind so much freedom and imagination started running loose again. The best thing to do if you want new ideas is to “disconnect” and travel. I have a great business idea. I am sure others have thought about it but well, many have thought about outsourcing, too, but few do it properly. So I am sure that in time, with work and patience I could put this idea into practice and it doesn’t matter how many competitors are there, I know I can do it better and if Daniel helps and Luxi also, we could all have the best “special” travel agency – of course it will be special…what did you think? that we will have “just another travel agency”?…We have always loved the travel industry so this might be the place to actually be since we weren’t quite happy as “multinatinals’ employees with pretty good salaries”.
There was a month when we thought the dream of owning a studio could become reality since prices were going down in Romania. Now they ar up again…and most of our friends say “take a loan and buy the damn studio”…well for us being in dept means loosing our freedom, which is priceless!
From here, on the 4th of August we will fly to Brussels – going from an old town to a more 21st century-like city. We were invited there by our dear friends and we will stay for an undefinite time. We still have the rented flat in Romania but don’t feel like running back there. We are quite disapointed of the guys who run the country and the mentality of the people. Last autumn we were so anxious to go back and thought that so many things would have changed to the better…we were so wrong. The clowns who have the power are the same, just where different make-up depending on the party they left and the party they joined and things aren’t any better. To live there and not be affected by what happens around you, you either need a crazy dosage of optimism and struggle everyday to do things better and motivate others to do so, too (like Musat for example), or you need to be totally senseless…which is hard because we are “souls” people…we went back for our families and friends…to be closer to them and hoped that living there might be better. Instead, to make sure I won’t become a “anger monster”, I had to think of some mind tricks: I almost never watched the news, I visited my parents and went out with my friends as much as possible. I watched only Discovery and Travel & Living became the “most watched” TV channel in the house. Once in a while I asked my mother to tell me the news…she got used to watching them everyday as it it was a soap opera and in the same time to be detached. She also puts some humor in the story so it works for me.
Adina came back to Pitesti last month. After living in the Western Europe for about 4-5 years she thought of coming back and starting a business with her husband. They were sooo optimistic and full of energy. They reminded us of ourselves last autumn and we thought we got to get them back to their senses because this “folie” will only make them invest in things that will eat money and soon they will be just as dissappointed as us. Now they are back in Brussels and think about their “folie” more realistically. Just like us, they were puting their hopes into “living in Romania”…might not be the best idea ever…
Thank God for cheap flights…not that I believe in God…but it’s a good way to express the fact that cheap flights are great and help feed our freedom thirst.
More with the next coffee…maybe…
The difference between a bitch and a “woman entrepreneur” April 11, 2009
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First of all let’s define the notions:
The bitch is a very masculine woman, hiding behind a suit and using her assets more then her brains. All she thinks about is how to make more money off your back. You will say this is “normal” in capitalism. Though there is something about her that makes her a bitch…the assets part and the ice-cold soul. There is nothing wrong about making a career but if you don’t balance it with a healthy “heart warmth” you are seriously endangering your health – for good. She will smile to you and say “thank you sooo much for your support” but she actually means: “thanks for spitting out everything, now you can fuck off”. To her, this means power and is all she probably dreams about.
The woman entrepreneur is a powerful woman but in a smarter and more honest way. She is powerful thanks to her diplomacy, self trust and attitude. She can intimidate men with her eyes and brains, not with her other…assets. And she will never be so vain to say “thank you so much” without actually meaning it. She knows that balance is important and career is not everything. She knows that a unique personality is important so she will not dress and act like a man just to feel more accepted in their world. She is accepted for her uniqueness and earned everyone’s respect for who she is and that makes her special.
Do you see the difference?
It is true that sometimes you have to be a bitch to be a good entrepreneur but what if the bitch takes over? Well…you will die alone…and no, not all of us die alone.