De mic copil Gica nu a excelat prin nimic. Ba din contra, era un copil slab, pricajit si al naibii de bolnavicios. Nici cu cartea nu s`a impacat prea bine, sau ea cu el, nu stiu, cert este ca n`o ducea bine cu scoala, primele 8 clase trecandu`le la gramada cu restul celor ca el.

Dupa examenul de capacitate, promovat spre surprinderea multora, Gica nici nu visa sa intre la liceu. A ajuns insa la o scoala de arte si meserii; pe vremea aia noi ii ziceam profesionala. Cumva Gica s`a descurcat si a terminat cei trei ani de ucenicie in ale sudurii. De ce si`a ales el asta nu stiu, dar avea sa`i prinda bine.

Gica provenea dintr`o familie de oameni limitati in “carierele” pe care le urmau, dar muncitori. Cineva trebuie sa`ti vanda paine sau sa`ti repare masina. Daca te gandesti de aceste persoane ai nevoie mai des decat de un filozof sau un maestru al viorii.
Asa ca Gica a fost trimis la munca dupa ce a terminat scoala profesionala, parintii ne mai vrand sa`l tina`n spinare. Copil ascultator, Gica, s`a dus si s`a angajat in port. Nu facea cine stie ce, taia “tabla” vapoarelor scoase din folosinta, iar noi o exportam apoi ca fier vechi.

Gica se uita la oamenii din jurul lui, barbati in toata firea cu neveste si copii acasa, ce traiau din banii pe care ii lua si el, un baiat de 18 ani. Ar fi putut ramane acolo, daca ei se descurcau sigur putea si el.
In ciuda acestora Gica nu s`a multumit. S`a apucat sa faca liceul, la seral ce`i drept. Ziua se ducea la munca iar seara la scoala. Da, adunat cu scoala profesionala, facea liceul in 6 ani, dar il facea!

A terminat si liceul, a luat si BAC`ul. Gica depasise majoritatea colegilor de munca si parca nu se mai integra. S`a interesat in stanga si dreapta si in final a gasit o oferta de munca in afara.
A ajuns in Olanda unde facea ce a invatat, suda. Banii erau buni si experienta nu avea cum sa strice.

Am vorbit cu el cand s`a intors. Mi`a povestit cum a fost si ca mai vrea sa plece dar mai intai sa faca un curs de specializare. Vroia sa invete sa sudeze nu stiu ce metal “dificil”, cupru parca. “Nu multi stiu sa faca asta, e greu si le e lene sa invete. Daca fac cursul asta am sanse mai mari sa plec, plus ca ma platesc mai mult”, zicea Gica sigur pe el.

De atunci pana cand am vorbit ultima oara mai plecase de vreo doua ori. Intre timp isi facuse si o prietena, de aici din cartier, si se inscrisese la facultate. “Incet, incet o fac si p`asta. Nu sper sa intru direct pe postul de inginer, dar macar am experienta. Ma uit la colegii mei, tocesc si iau note mari, dar habar n`au despre ce invata. Eu stiu meserie.”
Daca mai rezista cu fata pana termina facultatea da o fuga afara si cu banii face nunta, daca l`o vrea, ca el o iubeste.

L`am intrebat de ce nu isi ia masina, se aduc din bulgaria en gros, si sigur isi permite una. Mi`a raspuns ca nu are nevoie, ca masina costa bani si trebuie sa bagi in ea constant. Mai bine strange banii si`si ia casa, sa fie si el in rand cu lumea.

Gica este un personaj fictiv inspirat totusi din realitate. Orice asemanare cu o persoana adevarata ar trebui sa va bucure. Avem nevoie de cat mai multi Gica.

El e Gica from LittleBro's Blog

Eu cand am aflat nu mi`a venit sa cred. Karate Kid a fost unul dintre filmele copilariei mele. Atat eu cat si prietenii mei visam sa devenim elevii domnului Miyagi si sa invatam lovitura cocorului.
Oamenii de la Hollywood s`au gandit ca pot scoate niste bani frumosi de pe urma acelei povesti si au hotarat sa faca… nu stiu exact ce. Remake nu este, pentru ca actiunea se petrece oarecum diferit, nici continuare, pentru ca nu prea are legatura cu primul… Fac un film cu un scenariu asemanator si acelasi titlu.

Cat despre actori… E discriminare frate! Un negru intr`o tara de galbeni, chiar asa de persecutati sunt albii? Nu poti primi si ei un rol decent intr`un film? Ce naiba?!
Revenind. Jackie Chan este un actor bun dar nu il pot vedea in rolul unui intelept invatator de arte martiale. Cand ii aud numele ma gandesc imediat la seria Rush Hour sau Around the World in 80 Days, filme in care mai mult sau mai putin se prosteste.
Despre Jaden Smith nu pot spune foarte multe. The Pursuit of Happyness a fost un film foarte bun, dar rolul lui nu a contat, era decor. Plus ca l`a ajutat foarte mult ta`su, ceea ce este normal, dar nu dovedeste talentul sau, iar in The Day the Earth Stood Still a fost fad.

Lacomia celor de la Hollywood n`are limite, asta stiam deja. Totusi exista atat de multe idei de filme care ar avea succes. De ce sa dezgropi o poveste frumoasa si s`o faci de cacat? Doar pentru ca mergi la sigur si ca lumea va da bani s`o vada? Mi se pare bataie de joc.

The Karate Kid 2010 from LittleBro's Blog

Eram in autobuz, ma duceam inspre munca si m`am intalnit cu controlorii. O mica paranteza: In Constanta bagi biletele in niste cutiute ce`ti imprima pe ele ora, numarul autobuzului si trei litere unice pentru acel autobuz. Probabil exista chestia asta si`n alte orase. Ce`au descoperit insa constantenii (aici n`am de unde sa stiu daca doar ei) este ca acele bilete pot fi sterse folosid parfum. Probabil alcoolul din el sau ceva face ca acea vopsea sa se stearga.

Chestia asta a functionat cand existau in paralel si aceste “validatoare electronice” si compostoarele vechi. Mergeai prima oara cu el “validat” dupa care il stergeai si`l perforai old school. Eh, asta a mers doar putin, vreo luna cred. Acum exista doar cele electronice, care sunt destepte. “Simt” cumva, probabil ca se subtiaza hartia, ca nas sigur n`au, daca biletul a fost sters. Asa ca el nu poate fi refolosit…

Revenind la fapta mea buna. Un nene c`o fetita de mana era in situatia in care nu putea composta pentru ca biletul fusese sters. El sustinea ca nu stie, ca are biletul de la sotia lui. Controlorii evident ca n`au vrut sa creada si a inceput scandalul.

M`am ridicat frumos si i`am dat omului celalalt capat al biletului meu pe care l`a compostat. Evident acest lucru cu huiduieli din partea controlorilor. Intr`un fel aveau si ei dreptate, trebuie sa dea amenzi si daca s`ar gasi cate unul ca mine sa`i salveze pe cei fara bilet ei ar fi degeaba.

Omul mi`a multumit, controlorii m`au injurat iar eu mi`am vazut mai departe de treaba. Totusi, oare ar face cineva asta pentru mine?

Am facut o fapta buna from LittleBro's Blog

Urmeaza practica si sesiunea si sincer sa fiu mi`e teama. Trebuie sa ies din starea de lene in care mi`e atat de bine si sa`mi pun creierii la munca.

Sambata am reunit, oarecum, gasca veche la mine acasa. Bomber, sava, beje si ion la o bere. Totusi nu mai era ca inainte. Ne`am maturizat, poate prea mult si prea repede pentru binele nostru. Facultati, unii si munca, incet dispare din noi si ultima urma de “tinerete”. E trist ca deja te simti un pion al sistemului. Iti faci treaba pentru ca asa trebuie, inveti ca asa trebuie, socializezi ca asa trebuie, dar fara acelasi chef ca inainte.

Rutina ne acapareaza rand pe rand… Iar acest post este unul prost, foarte prost, nici nu stiu de ce insist sa mai scriu la el.

Lunile astea au fost dezastruase pentru relatii de toate felurile. S`au rupt prietenii, s`au destramat gasti, fiecare luand o alta cale ce i se parea mai buna lasand in urma persoane cu care nu mai era pe aceiasi lungime de unda. La sfarsitul lui aprilie m`am speriat de cate relatii de lunga durata, iubiri, s`au sfarsit brusc. Peste tot auzeam “m`am despartit de ea/el”, peste tot oameni care cautau ceva care sa`i faca sa uite, alcool, alta relatie sau doar distractie cu prietenii.
Cu toate astea exista si`o parte buna, orice final inseamna un nou inceput, iti da voie sa te regasesti si, de ce nu, sa te reinventezi.

Personal sunt intr`un fel de purgatoriu, nestiind inctro sa ma indrept si lasand mare parte din aceasta decizie pe seama celor din jurul meu si influenta acestora asupra mea. Ma las purtat de val nepasandu`mi foarte tare de ce se intampla in jurul meu. Planuri majore nu am decat pe termen lung asa ca nu ma stresez prea tare momentan.

Astept sa treaca sesiunea si astept vara. Astept berea la terasa seara si cafeaua bauta pe balcon la discutii filosofice. Timpul trece indiferent daca noi vrem asta, tot el vindeca si reinvie. Noi devenim oameni “mari” dar care inca isi doresc sa fie iar pustanii care se pisau unul dupa altul in linie pe strada dupa care sa masoare distanta.

Trebuie from LittleBro's Blog

The day became more and more violent and filled the room with a painful brightness. And even if most people think of light as being pure and warn, not capable of any kind of destruction they both knew what was going to unfold damning the sun and the revelation it caused.

Another popular belief is that light means the truth opposite to the dark, filled with lies and mischievous deceit. But there are those few times in life when you don’t want to hear the truth, you want to bury it deep inside your soul and let it root, hoping it will never see the light of day.

And the light meet the truth and they saw what was surrounding them. She slowly got up and starting getting dressed. He watched her from the far even if she was in his reach. Maybe he wanted to think it was still the dream he had a little earlier. Maybe the light made him see that this was what was supposed to happen, that the time had come for the truth to make itself heard.

All his being was screaming inside of him in a desperate attempt to make a difference, his heart bleeding rivers of blood, hurting like no other time. Even so he said nothing, sitting there quiet, looking at her, and smiling in a weird way.

She didn’t understand his smile, wasn’t him aware of what was about to happen, could he not care? She also kept these questions to herself, as he did with his pain. She was glad he was quiet, it made her job a lot easier.

He dared to throw a last glance at her naked breasts reliving all the moments he had her all to himself, together in a timeless moment, holding each others bodies, not caring about the world. She felt his look like she did in the past but this time she didn’t cover herself calling him a pig for staring. She let him enjoy her body for one more time, even stopping for a second, just enough for him to take a mental picture.

His pain seemed to have vanished for a second replaced by pure love. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how he wants to cherish her forever, how she should come back to bed, how they should make love and fall asleep, her hugging him and his head on her bosom. Then love became rage, he saw her with another, being touched, being smelt, being happy. That thought killed him and made him angry, wanting to scream at her. How could she do this to him, how could she let another touch what was his to have and not to share, the most precious thing in his life. Again he kept quiet.

While she finished dressing he got up from the now cold bed. He seemed to have more strength and broke the silence Nu vrei sa bei o cafea?. Nu pot, trebuie sa ajung acasa. she answered giving the impression that she wanted to stay but couldn’t. They both knew she was lying.

He followed her into the hall and again watched her, this time putting her shoes on. She stood up and looked at him with a trace of regret that soon faded away. Her eyes were filled with some sort of peace. She knew that what was about to come will be a hard and painful period but it all was for the best. This was what had to happen a long time ago, she was just the one to find the power to do it first.

He sent back mixed feelings. He hated her for leaving him all alone to face the world. He loved her for being what she was and for letting him discover her piece by piece, like a human puzzle. He was grateful because she was ending it, even though he didn’t want it to, or just didn’t have the power to do it, it was the right thing to do.

She looked at the ground, not knowing what to say to him. He was part of her, he had her heart, he was her best friend and her lover. He lifted her chin and said Capu` sus, o sa fie bine, ai sa vezi…. She looked at him with those big green eyes filled with tears and smiled, like she used to whenever he was nice to her. He winked at her and kissed her forehead.

Pa. was the last word he could bare to say. She stood there thinking that this was the last chance to take it back, to go back to bed. Pa… she replied going down the stairs. The sound of the door closing behind her crushed her head in and let out all the tears. She got in the cab, he went back to bed.

Green eyes from LittleBro's Blog