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Ori ma cunosti ori google ti-a oferit unica ta sansa in viata de a ma cunoaste prin intermediului cutiei cu imagini si butoane pe care apesi si un duh aseaza literele pă ecran.... Din a doua varianta poti fi o persoana civilizata cu o parere proprie caruia nu ii e frica sa-si dezvaluie identitatea sau o laba trista care altceva nu are de facut decat sa "navigheze" pe internet toata ziua si sa transpire pe un scaun de birou, cu speranta ca o sa-i cada intr-o zi slanina după aplicand o presiune inegala pe fese sau cur. Daca te incadrezi in a doua varianta ... e de bine, pentru mine mai ales, pt ca imi vei da subiecte de scris (va multumesc muzelor!). Sunteti pe teritoriul meu deci am voie sa vămuiesc (a se citi cu atentie). Probabil ati ajuns aici in urmatorul mod: transpirati cum sunteti, va trageti șaorma langa voi, maioneza va curge pe bot si pe tastatura si incepeti sa tastati in motorul de cautare Google, "pornache". Unul din site-urile care va ies in cale sunt si acesta. Pareti interesati, dati click pe link si șaorma dumneavoastra are un orgasm si da maioneza pe afara. Bineinteles ca va asteptati sa gasiti o imagine sau ceva la care sa "faceti un gioco del mano" (termenul va pare cunoscut, nu stiti de unde sa-l luati, nu va zic ... laba mai pe scurt). Frustrati cum sunteti ca n-ati gasit pornache, aruncati șaorma de furie pe farfurie si va umflati ca Hulk dar nu de muschi ci de grasime, strigand tare: "Pornacheeeeee!!!!". Incredibilul Hulk din voi apoi apeleaza la duhu' din cutia cu imagini si butoane sa lase un comentariu ce nu poate fi considerat parere la primul post pe care il vad, bineinteles cititnd doar titlul si 3 cuvinte din el fara sa-nteleaga ca eu nu brailesc pe nimeni ci imi expun ideile (cretine de altfel, uneori, poate mai mereu, nu intru in detalii...) ajungand in cele din urma dupa analiza atenta a textului, la o concluzie inaccesibila unei minti umane chiar foarte bine dezvoltate: "webmasterii site-ului sunt niste labari". O sa inchei ca un labar dupa cum bine SUGEreaza muzele. Poate pe toti ii cheama Muia Marcel ... sau Muica pentru prietenii apropiati. Eu vămuiesc in continuare ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903364320562589026-1093654117055930876?l=cotidianul-absurd13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ajuns in statia de autobuz / Maxi-Taxi, astept autobuzul / Maxi-Taxi-ul, imbracat in pantaloni de ski, jeaca de ski un fes negru si bineinteles, nelipsita, masca de ski. Normal ca toate privirile sunt atintite spre mine de parca (cu o voce tampa)"hei! tipul ala cu 'cagula' pe fata cred ca vrea sa sparga o banca, da merge cu Maxi-Taxi ca e criza". In sfarsit, dupa ce degetele de la picioare inghetasera dureros, sperand ca inca nu s-au dezlipit de laba piciorului, urc in transport (aceleasi priviri atintite spre mine), prima persoana ce-mi apare in fata, era o domnisoara bruneta, cu niste blugi mai stramti sa-i scoata in evidenta rotunjimea feselor (probabil). Ma asez mai in spate, pe un scaun la fereastra si incerc in continuare sa-mi misc degetele picioarelor. La urmatoarea statie, urca un (nu pot sa-i spun domn, ca se dovedeste a nu fi) pot sa-i zic "taran"? se supara cineva? bine ... un taran cu un sac nu stiu ce avea in el, iar domnisoara noastra ii cedeaza locul, pt ca era mai accesibil, nu pentru ca s-ar fi dat la el (cum credea respectivul). Omul se aseaza si trage cu coada ochiului la "darurile" domnisoarei ce se asezase pe scaunele de langa. La cateva statii mai incolo, protagonista noastra coboara, iar "taranul" o urmareste pe geam cu privirea, salivand ca un animal in calduri, facandu-i cu mana si apoi sarutandu-si palma in semn de "ne mai vedem noi pepuse" (gretos, stiu). Ajunsi aproape de Episcopie, omul se inchina cu evlavie, probabil rugandu-se sa ajunga sa "i-o traga" domnisoarei noastre cu blugi mulati. In fata Episcopiei, e un giratoriu, soferul se asigura si intra in giratoriu, dar, bineinteles ca cineva vroia sa faca imediat la dreapta fara sa semnalizeze, si-i taie calea soferului nostru care bineinteles ca va pune o frana si bineinteles ca "taranul" nostru, fiind pe scaunul cel mai din fata, neavand o bara de care sa se tina si cu gandul la ceea ce vroia sa fie viitoarea lui partida, este proiectat spre iesirea microbuizului, gata gata sa dea cu capul de bara. Furios se ridica si se cearta cu soferul de pe locul lui, in discutia lor intervenind un tanar care ii ia apararea soferului. Taranul nostru furios, mai mai sa sara la bataie, calmat fiind de interventia celui de-al doilea tanar. Isi cere biletul (pt ca nu il luase cand a urcat,zicand ca e un domn, cu un ton foarte mandru de el) iar apoi, cere sa i se dea banii inapoi. Soferul ii spune sa coboare la urmatoarea statie ca ii da el banii inapoi, numai sa coboare odata, sa-i dea pace. Taranul ii spune "imi dai banii da' cobor unde vreau!". Conflictul nu stiu cum s-a terminat, pentru ca eu am coborat dupa doua statii, inaintea taranului (sper ca a mai pus o frana sa-l dea cu capu' de bara :D )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903364320562589026-2527897180134002647?l=cotidianul-absurd13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ne-am pregatit cu dulciuri, jucarii si alte obiecte pt cei de acolo. Trezit de Cata pe la 7:20, mi-am pregatit bagajul, am "curatat frimiturile" de la masa de seara si am plecat la drum spre gara, de unde urma sa luam trenul la 8:21. Din nefericire, sau din fericire, Cata nu a ajuns la timp si am pierdut trenul (nu te invinui, a fost mai frumos cu microbuzul :D). Am fost nevoiti sa luam 2-ul care ne-a dus al autogara Nord a orasului de unde in sfarsit am reusit sa luam un microbuz spre Patarlagele. In drum, incercand sa impartasesc din experienta mea despre armament militar si mumificarea corpurilor in vechiul Egipt, am reusit doar sa atrag privirile serioase si mirate ale pasagerilor batrani, care se holbau la mine ca la felu' 14 :&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns in statie la Patarlagele (oras, mai nou - adica au Peny Market, e clar ca e oras :&gt; xD) am aflat ca trebuie sa mai urcam ceva pe drumurile de sat ale orasului ... Am fost incantat de amabilitatea satenilor sau orasenilor, ca imi e sa nu-i jignesc, de pe drum, care ne salutau si un batran simpatic care ne chemase langa focul facut de el, sa imparta caldura cu noi. (imi place "la tara"). Am ajuns la orfelinat, unde am fost primit de un pusti la vreo 11 ani, ne-a bagat repede in casa, si ne-a dus la doamna ce avea grija de ei. Ne-au poftit in "sufragerie" unde am fost serviti cu prajituri, suc si cafea(se vedea ca sunt saraci, dar cu toate necazurile erau fericiti). Copiii au inceput sa apara cate unul, care mai de care mai nazdravan, mai activ, faceau orice sa impresioneze si sa ne castige afectiunea (au reusit putin :D, chiar putin mai mult). I-am invitat sa serveasca din prajituri, dar la inceput, au ezitat, apoi unul mai curajos a cerut voie si toti au inceput sa ia din ele. S-au atasat repede de noi, Catalina l-a invatat pe un pusti, Florin, sa deseneze, eu am incercat sa dau sfaturi unui tip pe la 18 ani, despre ce ar trebui sa faca. Sper ca o sa-i ajute in viata. La sfarsit, cand a venit vremea sa plecam, toti erau cam intristati, si ne-au rugat sa mai trecem pe la ei. Le-am spus ca asa vom face, sa speram ca ne vom putea tine de cuvant. &lt;br /&gt;La intoarcere, am venit cu un autocar de dimensiuni reduse, care era plin cu tigani ce miroseau a materii fecale (imi pare rau daca erati in timpul mesei), Catalina fiind pe punctul de a voma, insa, si-a refugiat nasul in esarfa mea parfumata :D. Dupa ce au coborat, din pacate, n-au luat si mirosul cu ei, l-au lasat acolo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903364320562589026-5095156568438964076?l=cotidianul-absurd13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ia uite, lipsesc zilele 3 si 4 ... Mmmm ... Oare ce s-o fi intamplat cu ele.&lt;br /&gt;Daaa, stiu ca ultimele 2 zile n-am mai scris, probabil n-am avut chef, sau timp sau ambele ... nici eu nu mai stiu. Tot ce-mi aduc aminte in mare ar fi ca ieri am intrat in mare ... cam rece apa ce-i drept dar a fost distractiv sa ma izbeasca valurile in fund si apa sa ajunga peste tine si sa te zdrobeasca ca piciorul unui urias furios. In momentele alea te simti neputincios, esti nimic, esti ceva dar totusi un nimic, esti lipsit de putere si te gandesti ca acela n-ar fi fost un val ci comparatia insasi, ai fi murit imediat ca un vierme strivit pe o talpa oarecare nimanui ne pasandu-i de tine, ai fi ajuns instantaneu o mucozitate de vierme strivit ... Probabil luand inca 2 sau 3 guri de aer amestecate cu o canistra de durere si una de suferinta, probabil chiar mictionand de durere, asta daca vezica ta n-ar fi fost zdrobita si transformata in pateu. Uneori te simti mic, chiar daca esti mare, sau mai bine zis esti considerat de tine si de altii ca esti mare, defapt nu esti ... Tu nu ai nicio putere, nu ai nicio influenta, nu ai toti banii din lume, nu controlezi nimic altceva decat propriul destin, esti o celula intr-un intreg, poti fi una STEM sau una cu caracterul si destinul gata predefinit, dar asta depinde de tine si familia ta si mediul din care faci parte ... pana atunci esti oricum nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Voi deriva acum de la acest subiect deoarece mai am cate ceva de povestit, pe langa gafe ca citez: 'we bay' da cu a scris, nu cu u, si asta la un exchange din statiune. Bineinteles ca m-a bufnit rasul iar oamenii se uitau la mine ca la felu' 'paispe'. O alta faza ... sunt cluburi si discoteci si chestii de genu asta in statiune cate vrei, si oameni, adica fete si baieti pe la 20, 20 si de ani care impart fluturase, zic ceva in bulgara, si apoi vazand ca nu ai inteles nimic din 'scalambatura' lor, te intreaba in engleza, de unde esti, si la un momentdat (dupa ce am trecut de vreo 5 astfel de filtre) m-am enervat si l-am lasat sa ma intrebe de unde sunt, si a intrebat, Romania, raspunsul meu a fost nu, Polonia, Germania, Spania, Suedia, Norvegia, deja nu mai stia tari ... Eu vorbeam cu el in engleza si cu accentul de american ( fiind singurul pe care il am si nu vreau sa ma laud sau ceva da il pronunt binisor *sniff*...) si omu' nu zicea america, sau marea britanie macar ... And i was like :'what's wrong with you god damn it (started to laugh a bit)' then i was like '*sigh*'. Mda... cam asta a fost, cred ca am uitat de ceva totusi, dar revin in cateva minute (imi e dor de Catalina ...) - Nu mai revin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/903364320562589026-4635493209472987037?l=cotidianul-absurd13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pe aici prin statiune sunt bulgari, bineinteles, romani, rusi si o groaza de nemti. Da, tipi aceia inalti si blonzi cu femei inaltute si blonde, mai multi batranei ce-i drept, cu ochii aceia albastrii si plini de bucurie si respect, simpaticuti cum se plimba ei cu nepotii lor sau mai stiu eu ce activitati pt batranei, ba da si cand se apuca de baut, daaa, sunt si mai veseli si mai simpatici, si mai plini de respect dar si galagiosi, si nu asa, ca vorbesc mult, suntatat de veseli ca ii anunta si pe ceilalti, si vor sa asculte muzica bulgareasca, si se simt bine si te fac sa razi de nu mai poti, e foarte bine daca le intelegi si umpic limba (ma bucur ca pot face asta) te distrezi cu ei, te baga in seama(sper doar sa pot dormi de galagie) sunt foarte de treaba. O doamna 'germana' blonda, pe la 61 de ani din spusele ei, era cea mai vesela persoana din tot hotrlul, radea, dansa, vorbea in ruseste cu un alt batranel, vorbea cu alti prieteni, se distra de minune, la un momentdat 'dansa' un fel de 'brasoveanca' cu un baietel la vreo 10 ani, ceea ce mi s-a parut minunat, cand te gandesti cata viata este in ei, te astepti sa fie mai linistiti sa nu se bage in vorba cu tineretu' , sa nu exagereze cu bautura, dar sunt parca iarasi tineri, sau de abia au ajuns la 'tinerete', un alt lucru observat a fost ca nemti mai tineri, 30 si de ani, nu erau ca batraneii, erau foarte linistiti. Probabil par ca le studiez comportamentul ca pe cel al unor animale, urmeaza partea cu reproducerea acum (haha). Nu, defapt le studiez comportamentul deoarece sunt mai civilizati ca noi si mult mai cerebrali in deosebire de poporul nostru si sunt minunati. Destul din documentarul despre nemti, m-am plimbat in seara aceasta prin statiune si am observat ca este mai curata decat statiunile din Romania si Romania in general, plus spatiul verde bine amenajat si ah da, ei au  muntele exact langa mare, un lucru foarte bun. In rest afara este tot frig, nu mai ploua dar pe jos e ud, si bate un vant ingrozitor. Marea se pare ca sforaie in continuare ( poate adorm totusi) am mai baut azi pe langa acele cafele pe care ei le numesc cappuccino, si o crema foarte buna de whiskey, cu gheata. Da, da, sunt minor dar poftele mele nu mai sunt de mult timp minore ( parca si aud: ' puteai macar sa te abtii, ziceai de nemti ca beau!' ... mda). In continuare imi e dor de Catalina si abia astept sa o revad, si nu chestia asta nu mi se trage de la bautura (cum ar zice unii) dar imi este dor si de Mircea Badea. Ma duc sa ma culc pana nu se trezesc nemtii din coma alcolica ... 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Prima impresie facuta a fost sa spunem destul de proasta. Apoi s-a mai imbunatatit. Chiar daca nu iti confera internet prin WiFi in camera ai asa ceva jos la receptie si bar, asa ca poti bea o cafea si naviga putin pe internet, fie ca vorbiti cu cei dragi sau va intereseaza alte lucruri (asta daca aveti un aparat cu care sa va puteti conecta prin sistemul WiFi la internet, din fericire pt mine am asa ceva). M-am bucurat&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mult cand am coborat la barul de langa receptie si am stat de vorba cu Catalina la un cappuccino cald (intr-o discutie intr-un mediu virtual, pe 'messenger'), chiar daca era mai diluat cu apa si nu un cappuccino adevarat, chiar si sucul este putin diluat cu apa ... Una peste alta mi-a placut masa de seara. Destule sortimente de salate si alte tipuri de mancaruri, supe, desertul a fost cam slab, dar probabil daca ar fi fost prea delicios toata lumea s-ar fi infruptat din acele delicii culinare dulci. Stiu ca e prima zi a calatoriei mele dar imi este deja dor de Catalina. Guano Apes ruleaza :D, foarte tare concertul de ieri seara ,m-am simtit foarte bine alaturi de Cata, si mi-a placut ca au cantat pt incheiere 'Lords of the boards' a fost foarte frumoasa atmosfera. Acum stau in pat si scriu aceasta fila din ce ar trebui poate sa reiasa ca este un jurnal, sa-i spunem jurnalul meu de calatorie, o sa va impartasesc cateva impresii, sper doar sa nu va plictisesc ... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;M-am plimbat azi putin prin statiune dupa ce am jucat un fotbal de masa cu mama apoi tata apoi iar mama si asta dupa ce ne-am cazat. O zi cam friguroasa a fost azi, dar oricum, statiunea este simpatica ... Am vazut un mini MC Donald's si un magazin, foaaaarte mic al celor de la 'Quicksilver' (da e firma mea preferata in caz de nu stiati ) si inca ceva, un magazin cu 'vechituri' rusesti si germane de prin al doilea razboi mondial, si am vazut o medalie germana cu crucea de fier, foarte tare avea si vulturul cu emblema nazista (da, da, puteti spune ca sunt un fel de neo-nazi, dar asta nu e important, pt ca nu sunt :D ) oricum, era un mos care vindea si cerea pe ea 120 de euro, bineinteles ca mi-a picat fata si i-am spus nu multumesc e enorm, cum&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;poti vinde o medalie cu 120 de euro, sincer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In afara de toate astea am mai vazut si un teren de paintball, doamne cat iubesc paintball-ul, poate ma duc sa joc o partida cu ai mei ... dar asta ramane de vazut. Am intrat intr-un hotel numit 'Admiral' unde la receptie o doamna/domnisoara foarte draguta cu niste ochi deun albastru cristalin, hotelul sincer parea de lux, avea caratori de bagaje deci decideti voi, oricum m-a ajutat cu o harta si indicatii spre hotelul in care stau acum si scriu pentru ca este foarte greu de gasit, si ii multumesc pt ca am reusit sa ajung la el in sfarsit, ratand masa de pranz pt ca e all inclusive da nu poti manca asa cand vrei tu, destul de ciudat sistemul. Acum am sa-mi inchid mintea publicului pt ca orele de vizita s-au terminat si trebuie si eu sa ma odihnesc putin avand in vedere ca nu prea am dormit ieri, totusi cappuccino-ul ala pare sa ma tina treaz. O da, inca un amanunt inainte sa inchidem, usa de la cabina de dus... nu se inchide ... Noapte buna! 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