Photo-reminiscing

I finally managed to persuade myself today to move my furry lemming ass off the internet and /walk/. I took my camera with me and took a 2-hour stroll around the neighbourhood where I grew up.

Things have changed - of course. It was to be expected. Things look smaller. Some stuff is being built now, some stuff has disappeared. Whole streets have been reconfigured, to the point of lemming confusion.

But ye gods, things look /smaller/. And dusty. And very sunny.

And nothing could have matched the feeling in my stomach, because this will always be the place where I go to find my peace, to find my energy. Where every corner is filled with memories. This is where my uncle, my cousin, my grandpa and I were walking one day, and my cousin kept mistaking blue for green and the other way round. This is where I broke my stockings playing football with the boys. This is where I scratched my leg and nearly gotten tetanos. This is where a tyre swing used to be. And among these spaces are pockets of space that I have no memory of at all - which is refreshing.

I have written about this before, about how much and how inexplicably I love the appartment buildings of Bucharest, but these are dearer to me by far, because around them I built this world of stories and exploring, back in the day when I was young enough to believe that two streets from me there lived a dragon, and that Heaven was concealed between two trees on the little island in the middle of the park.