Hello, Good-bye Superflat.
I’ve lived in the superflat, in Piata Victoriei in Bucharest for about two years and I’ve spent mornings and sunsets there, changing rooms, moving luggages, travelling in and out, jumping in my super big bed.
And then, in February, they came, Za French and one little portuguese. We spent a lot of time together there and it reminded me of our #HappyBalcony apartment from my 3rd year of university, that gathered many secrets and big friendships.
The SuperFlat knows our lovers, our fights with our neighbour, how many times we went jogging and got back home breathing heavily, how many times we cried and how many times one could read the satisfaction on our faces.
Eddy and Ana were the last ones to leave and it only happened last week. It made me think about how none of my friends, or almost none of my friends are living in the same place as me. But well…
Now, after 2 years of living in Bucharest #Superflat, I can say that I can run for about 6 km, I travelled in 12 countries, I became President of ESN RO twice, I can finally boil pasta without burning it and I speak better French.
Thank you SuperFlat. You’ll always stay in our heart.
Here is what happened in the past 6 months: