It’s a small world, part two

We’re preparing to move from the place that we’ve lived at for over ten years. I received an email from the assistant manager of my current place regarding my lease renewal and made an appointment with her to discuss our move out.

Mihaela Zoltany is her name. I think to myself, “Mihaela is a Romanian name”, but I didn’t know about the surname Zoltany.  I also suspected that “Mihaela” is probably common in other countries as well.

I went to the appointment and met her. The accent was much more obvious this time. I said, “Mihaela. Is that eastern European?”

“I’m from Romania.”

The coincidences are compelling. I need to go back. And I need to get my DNA checked.


Never Stop Dreaming!

Abubu's World

Come on! Hurry!
– Excuse me, may I please go first?
– Can you wait for me? I need to use the bathroom
– What the Hell lady!? Watch where you’re going!
– A bagel please!
– Where is track no. 9? Can anyone tell me where it is?
– What time it is?
– Crap! Where’s my phone? I can’t find my phone! Help! Someone help me!!!
The voices of hundreds upon hundreds of people were all mixed together in a unintelligible, chaotic buzz. They’re all in a hurry, they’re all focused on their own individual tasks and most seem to have lost both respect and awareness towards the existence of others around them. They’re all in a hurry; buying tickets, booking trips, ordering food, eating, reading, getting they’re daily dose of bad coffee…
A loud whistle sound makes interrupts all other noises for a second. The big, old…

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