Cav's Place

Since I’m still not getting anywhere with the non-personal posts, I need to buy some more time with another personal one. Incidentally, the failed protest, which I’ll tell you about in this post, did make me want to write something else as well, so now I have two serious posts on my mind… Not that either of them is getting anywhere, as I said, but it may mean that I have some chance of writing two non-personal posts next week, whether it’ll be these two or one of them and one about something else. But I wouldn’t hold my breath…
I’ve been whimpering more and more anyway, so I’m not doing much of anything. Still rather surprised that I’m holding on as much as I am, considering what’s going on and that I haven’t even done any other crazy things about it after that first one, but it probably won’t last that much longer. I’m functioning on borrowed time and I know it, so the next real breakdown will be a pretty bad one… But I guess there’s nothing to do other than curl in a ball, once again cling on to memories and dreams, maybe do another stupid thing that’ll somehow manage to make things even worse, and then get back to hoping that maybe someday it’ll all be worth it… Somehow…

But let’s move on to what happened this Tuesday, when I tried to take part in a protest against a law that would once again allow local authorities to euthanize all stray animals captured and not adopted within 30 days. Or at least I went to the specified location, because I never really thought that there would be enough people for me to dare join them, protests that aren’t organized by the major political parties and don’t deal with pensions or people getting fired usually gathering around 20 people around here.
It was supposed to take place between 9 AM and 3 PM, so I thought I’d get there reasonably early during it, woke up at 9 AM and made my way to Dristor metro station. That was because I looked the night before for the list of stations where they put in card machines, so I could buy one without actually having to go up to a clerk for it, and that seemed like the nearest one, or at least the nearest that I clearly knew how to get to on foot. Unfortunately, I saw nothing of the kind there. Fortunately, I somehow managed to buy it the old-fashioned way, likely thanks to the fact that it was just me, the clerk and a guy standing in the corner and talking on his phone while looking over a newspaper, otherwise the place looking deserted, and those booths just have a tiny slip to slip in the money and have the card slipped out to you, so I was otherwise “shielded” from the clerk.
Walking was also an option, sure, but it’d have taken around one hour, if not more, and since I had only slept a few hours and was heading towards something that would be extremely taxing if I were to end up joining it, I really wasn’t keen on it. But since I did manage to buy myself that card, the part about getting there was solved and I reached the specified location around 10:30, seeing the expected crowd of around 20. As I said, that’s way too little for me to get involved even if they wouldn’t have started honking some horns or something continuously just as I was approaching them. Since they did that and kept it up for minutes, as in I got out of earshot before they stopped, I had to get out of there even faster, for the sake of my ears.
Afterwards I wandered to another nearby park, which was the plan in case there’d be too few people in the morning, to see if more would gather later. Though the two are very close, I never went from one to the other, so I obviously got a bit confused before finally finding my way. Then I walked around for a while, again got a little confused on the way back, backtracked a fair bit and eventually got back to the park with the protest around 11:30.
To my surprise, I found no trace of protesters anymore. Went around half the park, somewhat puzzled, and when I arrived back at the specified location I realized that the “protest” had moved to a bench. I’m not sure if the few young men sitting on another bench and obviously listening in were also connected or not, but the remaining protesters seemed to be a few old women who were sitting down on said bench and a few other people, also generally older, who were standing in front of them. As I passed by them, they seemed to be discussing how not even those who claim to be animal lovers in this country would ever lift a finger, because they just love their own and don’t give a fuck about any others. So I just gave up on the idea and made my way back…

On another note, while I went through that other park I also took a moment to check a certain message written on a tree that I had first noticed when Andreea took me there about a year ago. I wanted to see if it was still preserved, since something like this really should be, but unfortunately saw that a piece of the bark was now missing, so the top of the message was now gone. Still, it is preserved in pictures, as a quick search revealed one taken shortly after it was supposedly written and one from 2010.
The text, translated from the pictures after fixing the various spelling and grammar mistakes, is as follows:
“Emil + Natalia
December 14, 2006
He worked.
She was in high school.
Him – 20 years old.
Her – 18 years old.
He met her in the metro, commuting every day.
One day he bought a white rose and gave it to her. He loved her since the first date, cared for her enormously, was desperate.
Every day he gave her roses.
Once, she charmed him with a sweet kiss. As of that day, he lived only moments full of life and sunshine in his heart and soul.
He lived with his soul full of love.
One day she said they can no longer be together. Why?
I am Emil, the one who writes, and I will wait a lifetime for her.
I’m crying and writing.”
All I can say after something like this is that I hope they’re back together by now… And that it’s a good thing the Internet is here to preserve such things.