Just another Wanna week [39]

Monday
God, I hate Mondays!! Man Mondays suck! Who invented Mon’s already??!! Anyhow, I need to crawl to work, pretend I’m awake, pretend I understand the Dutch they speak, smile and still look intelligent, don’t say “I don’t give a fuck about your reports, you compulsory-needy jackass!”. Meanwhile I need to get stuff for Jan’s film. The film needs to be brilliant; we have to bring the spark in, me, just the light, actually. Try to find that around this small country! I honestly wish you good luck for the power!! After 30 e-mails and already 10 denials, I just get my ass to school.. such a boring time. Oh well, at least I crush by my uncle’s.

Tuesday
The forever-artist is here. Should know better than telling Sasha to meet in front of the information point where there are 2 information boxes. Only listens to half I’m telling, if I don’t make my point quickly enough. And I never make it quickly enough. To no-one’s surprise, I forgot my phone and need to wander around the Central Station to look for Sasha, we’re finally there.

We go through long processes of explaining the strippenkaartjes in Holland, but then Sasha’s the guru. For some kind of strange reason every one gets what he says, never when I say it. Sometimes I think my words are just lines in the air, cues floating and some one reads them in the air. But mine just float higher or lower and they fade away quicker and sometimes they’re not that easy to catch..

Jee, I love subtleness! Anyhow!! Sneaked around the city, trying my best not to do take the usual tourist sightseeing tour, arrghh! Makes me mad. Same places. Then decided not to see Dam Square for a week. Not that I made it. But still a good decision for me, I swear that place has a magnet!! Like the little Dutch restaurant I like to go to.. so we’ve been there and stolen words from each other, so we could tell more stories, and more Romania and more Netherlands and more all the parts of this world! Then we forgot ourselves in smoke, alcohol and same old good stories..

Wednesday

Fortunate to be dealing with more Cash is King in the office, goodie! I’m getting pissed of because this guy’s writing me shit on how my Dutch’s not good when trying to sweep me off. How blond could one be?! I reckon it’s just the too-open-not-to-offend Dutch kind’a style and forget about it as soon as we get to The Hague. The sneaky beers get the mood quickly alleviated. We remember about times together and we forget about time. And about Jasper’s concert! Damn it, I’ve missed it again!

Thursday
Brutal awaken in The Hague, my body is almost crying from tired every-tiny-part. Lucky me I get cheered up by Frank-man, the Dutchie-German explosive combination. He collects war uniforms and other peculiar stuff that he never wears but spends money on. What a woman!! And then pretends he has no friends, for a change, just so you’d think he’s got some decency in him. So enough reason to enjoy conversation. Then I go back to the uni where the chief man-in-charge showing up like on ex and giving us hard time is doing his thing. I can only enjoy some more, I’m such a masochistic bunny about school. Keeps me kicking. And we – Sasha, Fane, Lydie, Jasper, me end up in Boterwaag talking about wedding traditions in Dutch and sex in French. We then laugh in Romanian, of course.

Friday
The everlasting way from The Hague to Amsterdam is bringing me down. I take my time to think about every bit of my life, as the train rolls slowly through the misty morning. No really, the mist makes everything different. The light is shining through trees like heaven-snow and microscopic particles sparkle in it, man, I love this country!! All natury pure! No day for working, that’s for sure! I have beer with my colleagues and friendship feelings are all around us. Can’t wait to see my sexy pillow!

Saturday
It’s the big film day! Good to see Janita, everyting’s prepared, but it’s not. Janita’s confidence is getting stronger with a prayer; the actress’s singing and mumbling in French gets me in the mood for Action! The actor speaking Chinese is in need of my coordination. We’re getting our

selves on the same page later on. Hard to have a race-nation-blood-connection where no one has the same – we’re so different – Asian-Europeans-African with so different backgrounds and lives, but so beyond and into shooting a short film in the Maas tunnel in Rotterdam. We just have a blast of walk-through the scene, rolling the cameraman in his wheelchair as dolly, hoping no one would pass through the scene and everything would sync! Long live Jan! We did it.. got home at 3, with new hopes in my head and new dreams crunched in my will.

Sunday
It takes me another long morning to realize I’m a good-for-nothing-lazy bihatch. But then again – I’m not getting any better! So I decided to move to The Hague again – there I’ve seen beauty as paintings in a gallery in Rijswijk. Australian shit with a Hong Kong girl as a muse. It’s like I’m in the Red Light district with all the naked women on the walls. I get home and feel cosy with my family and friends. Total persons = 2. I’m daydreaming about the Dutch guy – what can make a woman happier?! Maybe diamonds..