Jurnalul Editorialistic de Groza

Twice. Once about Greece. I was thinking of quitting and a prank that I continued was the best idea I could come up with in those desperate times, hehe.

So the story: I got scared. I didn’t go to no Greece. Farthest I got was Bulgaria and that was the scariest tip of any iceberg I’ve ever crashed into. Anyway, I came back. I was hoping to get someone else to come along, because it’s the most logical thing I could think of and it’s anything and everything that it’s missing. Went through 2 people. Both chickened out or had reason.

Second lie: I assured everyone I won’t do it again and my parents emotionally blackmailed me as hard as they could. They are right too, but really now – what use is this to anything if not at least turning myself out trying to do it? I’m positive it can work. So I left towards a different direction.

I’m goin’ West, through Hungary. Since I’ve switched to this route in my Quest For Nothing in Particular, one truck-driver picked me up for Oradea, which is about two dozen kilometers from the border. This after a taxi-driver kindly drove me out of the city for free. Seriously, it works. Tell them you’re taking a trip around the world. With the second driver, the truck one, I engaged into jokes on death and elaborated techniques with which they can trick time-sheets on their cars so they can drive more days in a row; that’s reassuring.

Oh, by the way: thanks for the support. Really. I didn’t realize it would matter this much. It did. You can feel guilty. You’re keeping me going.

So I can’t let it go. So on my way again. (Parents! I’m taking my phone. I will try to charge the battery as soon as possible.) I’m taking it slowly this time, I feel that I’ve pushed it a little. Staying in cities longer, resting, figuring out next step methodically.

And I am gonna try it as many times as it needs to work out. This wasn’t suppose to be a perfect journey. So it’ll be an honest one. And I really wish I won’t get used to set-backs. I figure since I have a couple of days left from my holiday from work… what’s a few countries?

So I’m goin’ Europe first. And see where that takes me. One little continent at a time.

Oh, not to forget: thanks, Lucică, for the ride yesterday, to Bechet, sorry I forgot to mention you. And Andrei – your fucking tape is with Flaviu Comănescu, who’ll be in Cluj by tomorrow. He’ll look you up. You can stop freaking out. Renate’s time-sheet for work will be on it’s way as soon as I can. Do mention there where 12 hours on the Camex TV ad demo on Friday. Not that that’ll get me a raise anytime soon.

[this post might have updates, either as text, pics or vids; anything like that will come bellow this line]

[Later edit] 1. I got to Budapest safe, I’m in the Western Center, in the Western End Mall. I’m gonna try to find a place to sleep as soon as possible, ’cause I’m already in the second part of the day. I’ll get online later, if I have the time and the possibility.

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My desk at work, after I left. Colleagues at Vitrina are being funny. (During work time.)

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Extra-extra: Nice fella’ Lucian S. working in Bruxelles, apparent Jeg reader, offered warm bed in advance to irresponsible blogger.

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I have had and excellent day in Budapest, along with my first host, Nemere Kereszi and his friends. Today I will me strolling along the city and write my notes on this stay. I will also add a movie and pictures by the end of the day. Luckily I was fed royally by Nemere and I got the chance to sleep in a bed for the first time since I left. So I could say that so far my goal of trying to be as fresh as I can by at least every 3 days has been fulfilled. The idea is that if every few days I freshen up, in my head it would be almost like I just left, if you neglect the psychological aspect that I would be thousands of miles away from home. I will keep you posted with the rest hopefully by tonight.

Me and my host, Nemere.