PseudoNeoPostModernism

Paiate grase si scarboase, ati castigat, ati facut-o de oaie, ne-ati facut de rusine, Dumnezeu cu mila, ca daca politica in general tinde sa fie o femeie usoara, atunci politica in Romania e o curva ieftina. Noi sa traim, ca pana la urma asta facem indiferent de cat si cum se fura.

I have so many things to say about this particular event that it’s hard for me to begin. Over the past two years and two ONEs I’ve met and befriended so many wonderful people, who have made my experience there and at home richer, fuller and happier. There is no way of thanking them other than reciprocating and hoping that my presence and spirit helped them enjoy their time spent there. Though I’d like to begin a detailed account of everything that marked this year’s ONE as one of the best - and, sadly the last - however I’m going to leave that to Gomez’s wonderful Cronikutza. That being said, I will only point out some of the best moments; the first was of course when I saw my tootsie again for the first time, hugged briefly and fledly in different directions only to meet again and catch up about two hours later at the amazing 4 star home that had been appointed to us. And when I say 4 star, I mean four fucking * conditions, which we all found hard to believe were real but upon inspecting our roo toms, the discovery of three beds, shower and bathroom for every room, running hot water and otherwise new furniture made our jaw drop in awe. Unfortunately this establishment wasn’t big enough for the entire ONE to fit so people ended up on the other side of town in a place that triggered waves of Pitesti nostalgia. Lodging aside, I am not going to get into discussing the food since that would take forever, and I’m gonna jump directly to the wonderful booze-filled night in which we finally managed to brind the three most important elements of ONE together: the booze, the music, the people; and something beautiful was born. I’m not saying the days leading up to the last night of Resita were boring, I personally had fun the whole time I spent there, but that last night of dance and drink and funk was a wonderful ending for a wonderful thing. The only part everyone regretted was it being an entire generation’s last year as participants, and a plan to storm next year’s ONE unofficially began taking shape. And the promise of that happening is enough to wipe away my regrets of ONE having ended and of being home again, away from all those wonderful people who brighten any room, be it 21, 59 or 309.

After almost a week, of which four days spent on the road, I’m finally back home although in a way I would have liked it to last longer. For those of you who have no clue where I’ve been or why, I’ve been to Italy for the 9th edition of Mediashow. This year was even more fun than last year and the fact that I won 1st place and got a brand new Toshiba Satellite L30 laptop ain’t too shabby either. Starting with the rather awkward and tiring journey that now seems hella funny (though I will not be venturing into a 2 day trip by bus anytime soon), the beautiful scenery, wonderful cooking, interesting people and totally fun night involving tzuica (that’s right folks, I am reffering to the traditional romanian drink), I’m kind of sad that it lasted only three days.

I must really start taking notes when I go on trips because I always want to write about them when I return and I never can remember the little things that occured to me at the time. In any case, at least this time I took pictures. So take a gander.