Noaptea-n Bucuresti

Zicea cineva ca nu cunosti un oras cu adevarat daca nu l-ai vazut noaptea? Daca nu a spus-o, atunci cred ca trebuia sa fie spus acest lucru. In Dublin regret ca nu am vazut prea mult din luminile lui nocturne. Dar in orasul natal inevitabil te prinde noaptea, fie ca vii de la balul de absolvire, fie ca mergi la un film sau o piesa de teatru pe seara, fie ca te plimbi pe racoare, fie ca alergi in parc noaptea, fie ca te scoli cu noaptea in cap sa prinzi trenul…. Ce amintiri…

Cum poate fi un oras atat de urat dimineata (uneori) si atat de fain si linistit noaptea?

Did somebody say that you can’t really know a city unless you’ve seen it at night? If nobody did, then they should have said it. I regret not having seen much of Dublin’s nocturnal lights. But in your home town you are inevitably caught at night, whether it is your prom night, whether you’ve been to a movie or play at night, whether you’re taking a walk in the chilly air, whether you run in the park at night, whether you wake up early to not miss the train…. So many memories…

How can a city be so ugly in the morning (sometimes) and so nice and quiet at night?


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