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. 