From Bucharest to Istanbul, a night in the bus

June 17th 2015

I am crying over the end, I am crying over my flatmates, I am crying over superflat, I am crying over my friends and the people I hated. I am crying over the persons I love, and I am crying over the person I love. I am crying over this city and I am crying over the little villages I have visited, I am crying over the nature and our footing in the park, I am crying over sarmale and I am crying about white hot chocolate during winter afternoon, I am crying over the snow and the hot summer days, I am crying other the swimming pool I have never seen and the dance lessons, I am crying in the bus like I was crying in my bed, I am crying over our last meal together and all the ones we had before. I am crying over breakfast with covrigi cu ciocolata and I am crying over mamaliga at every meals. I am crying over the places I have never been to, and the places I was always in. I am crying over Kulturhaus, of course and the t-shirt we never get. I am crying over watching TV shows with Alex and doing hangover shopping with Ana. I am crying over walking back home in the cold night with Eddy. I am crying even though I know we will see each other again. I am crying over every thing I lived and all the magic that happened here. I am crying over the things I learned and the things I missed. I am even crying over Constanta, the shittiest city in the world. I am crying over my mistakes and I am crying over yours. I am crying over the glass I haven’t stolen in Oktoberfest, and all the beers I started to like. I am crying over every single salitos tags I took off and all my drunk memories. I am crying over the closure of Republic, and the bar made in bikes.

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I am crying over our weird Satuday night’s experiences and the guy who wanted to kill us. I am crying over the best dancers in the world, and I am crying over Shaormas on early mornings. I am crying falling asleep in Dristor and I am crying over “Söyle böyle” and “asa si asa” because nobody will understand me anymore. I am crying over communist vestiges and dogs in the streets. I am crying over our family trips and all my week ends away. I am crying over picnics in parcs and biking Herastrau. I am crying over the winter child down our building, and the electric cables crossing the town. I am crying over my friends visiting me, my brother not coming and my dads road trip. I am crying over hiking Transylvania and I am crying over never hitchhiking to Belgrade. I am crying over Mega Image loukoums and student menu in Caru cu Bere. I am crying over street festivals, and Romanian movies. I am crying over all the birthday parties, and the best rooftop in town.

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I am crying over crepes between friends and lamb in the mountain. I am crying over pre-parties in dorms and I am crying about so many things, every single things I lived there. I am crying over my cries also because I know some people say it’s only the beginning, but in this bus it does feel a lot like an end.

But I have to smile toward all my memories the things that surprised me and the ones I was expecting, the persons I met along the way and that are now part of my life. As one of us said “Don’t be sad, we are lucky enough to have each other”.

Love,

Chloe

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