Cluj

Waking up at 6 am is harsh. Taking the train for 5 hours after that is a nightmare. Not for me; I guess my love for trains and the fact that I am still under a happy drug that makes me see everything I live as a great adventure in my own country made the trip...interesting.

I am in Cluj, a city three times the size of Arad, known for being young and dynamic because of its large student population. I meant to visit for quite some time, today was my chance. My friends who live here happen to be away but this only created the chance to meet a cousin whom I have not seen in 10 years. Sometimes I realize that time has passed only by watching how the lives of others around me have changed. Curious...

What helps me somehow remember my own life are notes I made in different moments in the past. The other night I found some notebooks from exactly 4 years ago. INSEAD was a big dream and a huge uncertainty, Brazil was not even a remote idea, and everything in between...a collection of experiences I could not even wish and cannot but be grateful for. My memory, like any memory, has a mind of its own so the only real proof of what has happened in the past 4 years are all the people I met during this time...and what people!