Estranged encounter – glimpse II

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She was screaming at the top of her lungs about what a disappointment he was , how she should have listened to her girlfriends and never married him.

Her red curly hair dangled as she shook her head in desperation, the intensity of her fury somehow did not permeate his world  and her verbal blows seemed like a distant echo .

Broken promises …unwilling to rise and move on …

But who was this woman and was he really married to her? He looked puzzled at his finger for the proof and suddenly a wave of rage came over him and he was yelling just as loud at her , he wanted to hit her , he really did.

He fell asleep in his chair again , the secretary slammed some boxes into door and they fell on the floor. She was always very clumsy and disinterested.

He blinked and wiped his face with his hands , his neck hurt from sleeping in an uncomfortable position. He then stopped to look at his left hand as though to make sure it was all a dream and that he wasn’t married …oddly enough his finger felt a phantom constriction and he massaged his hand so shake away the creepy feeling.

Today was the 3rd of January , it is his mother’s birthday , he should call her and maybe say something nice…yes…that would be polite.


Estranged encounter – glimpse I

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He awoke suddenly, the screeching of the subway breaks still echoing in his ears. The rhythmic balancing of the subway cart was eerily soothing.

As he looked around confused at the old wooden chairs he noticed a illuminated plaque on the upper part of the front side wall. The small L.E.D.s changed from the word “NEXT” to the word “LOXLEY”.

The chair he was sitting on was made from a hard wood with a shape meant to straighten the back. His hand touched what appeared to be his backpack.

He was alone in the cart.

Eventually he got up and stumbled to a map of the subway network as the cart swayed and swong, but after looking at it for awhile he noticed his face in the window. The black exterior of the tunnel made the window into a rudimentary mirror. He was wearing a brown leather jacket  with a blue shirt and after looking down surprised he noticed his beige pants and brown+ leather boots that were almost to his knee.

The train stopped and the oval wooden doors on the right retracted and so he got off.

In front of him was a small coffee shop , seemingly embedded into the brick wall. The pattern of the brick was convergent to a point on the top of station from where a electrified chandelier hanged in an comic attempt to illuminate the area.

Additional lanterns were on the walls leading to the circular staircases of both sides of the station and on the entrance of the coffee shop.

He had never seen a red brick subway station, but the small square yellow tiles that paved the floor, he was sure he had seen before. They were worn down as if rivers of people had eroded them in time.

“Le Pink Trabant” was the name of the cafe and the sound of laughter and and people talking suddenly seem to come from inside.

He pulled the french stile door and entered. The cafe was empty, the only sound he could hear was of the entrance bell that was hit by the door.

As he stepped further into the cafe , past the entrance archway a cold air came from the left side and pulled him into a darker part of the shop where the light did not reach.

Walking towards the darkness a ray of light hit his eyes from the right.
– There you are! A woman said. You were so late I thought you weren’t going to show up.

Her warm voice filled the room and she hugged him as an old friend would after a long separation.

– Come have seat. She continued to say. The bright orange light of the morning sun peered through the laced curtains and fell on the young woman’s silver blond hair.

– I have good news. She said smiling while reaching for her cup. The tea set was of beautiful pure white china with bright red raspberry motifs. She was wearing a light peach colored suit with an odd looking little white fox on her shoulders.

He never liked dead animal skins.

– My uncle has agreed to fund your expedition, isn’t that great? She said.

– Aah ? Came his first response . I suppose it is.

She was about to sip from the cup , her pink lips just about to touch the brim when she stopped to laugh. She had a sweet laugh and her light blue eyes closed slightly when she laughed.

– Full of enthusiasm as always , can’t you smile for me once? But where are my manners would you like something to drink or eat? This cake is wonderful. Forest berries cream and the turkey sandwiches here are delicious. And with a flick of her had a waiter appeared.

As she engaged in a conversation with the waiter he noticed her long white fingers had black nails that probably were assorted with the black pearls around her neck, ears and hair pins. She wore a wine colored blouse with cleavage that peek through the white fluffy fur that seemed to merge with her long platinum hair. On top she had a butter colored suit and her hair was braided, giving her a rather formal look compared to himself. Her overall features are round and soft, but her face is to long for a woman he thought, and she was too tall for his taste.

Before he could say what he wanted to eat the waiter had turned around and disappeared through an archway. Plants were hanging over it and only now he realized that plants were all over the place,at the bar, in every window , table and separee fence.

-You know you have to put on your best clothes and give a great show? She asked rhetorically. You’ll have to impress them . Your long dandy chestnut hair will impress any girl but not these men, also I insist you get a shave. The whole rugged adventurer look is charming but …

-What, a haircut … and shave?

-I will miss your hair, but such lush locks will probably intimidate the bold and ageing.

-Did you just call my hair dandy? My hair is not dandy …it’s well kept. I’m sure you of all people can appreciate that?

-Indeed I like all things posh. And then she smiled with a trace of malice.

Don’t forget, we’ll meet at…

THE INFERNAL RING of his mobile and he was back in his bed, cold sweat in the damp morning air. He managed to shut the alarm off when a cold wind blew from the window. He fell back into the slightly warm bed. The paint was peeling of the ceiling.

Another day same routine, still balding, still getting fatter …he thought to himself as he was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair to see how far the hairline had receded. The prognosis…not favorable.


4 3 2 1 si ! Moartea tovarasului Lazarescu

Secventa 1

17 . august .1916
Exterior -peron gara- zi Genericul se deruleaza pe „Desteapta-te romane”

Un bebelus aflat intr-un cosulet este gasit de un feroviar pe o banca a peronului din gara Obor .
In timp ce barbatul care l-a gasit il priveste, un tren intra in gara.

Se aud trenurile cu aburi. Forfota si anuntul ca a sosit trenul.
Ambianta de gara de epoca

Interior – camera de orfelinat- amiaza

Bebelusul este adus la orfelinat unde primeste ingrijire.

Se aude scancetul acestuia , alti copii si ambianta .
Se aude si ambianta de strada.

Exterior-strada intersectie- dimineata

Afara vizavi de orfelinat un baiat la colt de strada vinde ziare, acesta agita ziarul Timpul.
Se aude ambianta de stada.

BAIATUL: Ziarul Timpul! Ultimele noutati ! România intră în război ! Luati Timpul!

UN DOMN : Da-mi unu .

Un domn cumpara ziarul.
BAIATUL: Ziarul Tipul! Ultimele noutati !
Secventa 2
Iarna 1928
Interior- aceeasi camera de orfelinat –zi.

Lazarescu copil priveste pe fereastra orfelinatului, care se afla langa gara. Acesta priveste cum trec trenurile prin gara.
Vin niste copii din orfelinat sa il batjocoreasca.
Se aud trenurile in departare si caini care latra.
Se aude ambianta, copii care tipa si rad in alta camera.

COPIL 1: Iar stai ma si te uiti ca prostu’ in gol?!
(copii rad)
Lazarescu se intorce la copii.

COPIL 2: Ce te holdezi la mine ma!
Copii tocmai incep sa-l impinga cand intra asistenta insotita de un domn solid.

ASISTENTA: Lasati-l in pace ! Acesta este .
Donul solid il priveste pe Lazarescu.
ASISTENTA: Acesta este domnul Zamfirescu, dansu’ are o carciuma in gara si s-a oferit sa te ia in ucenicie…nu-i grozav!
Lazarescu il priveste curios pe domnul Zamfirescu.
ZAMFIRESCU : Buna ! cum te cheama?
Lazarescu ramane tacut.
ASISTENTA: Haide zi cum te cheama !… E rusinos .
Asistenta zambeste catre Zamfirescu.
Lazarescu se intorce catre geam, privind gara , zambeste.
Secventa 3
8 noiembrie 1942
Interior –carciuma- zi
Lazarescu , matur, in spatele tejghelei serveste un offiter, si asculta cu mult interes povestile sale. Prin vitrina se vad 2 oameni care se grabesc sa prinda trenul si cum trec cativa soldati.
La radio se aud stiri sau muzica foarte incet.
Se aud trenurile , cei 2 oameni agitati si anunturile personalului feroviar.

OFITER: Pai ce sa mai zic ? Am fost speriat de moarte la Stalingrad , sunt fericit ca am scapat intreg, am fost demobilizat. M-am saturat de calatorii din astea.
LAZARESCU: Cand eram mic voiam si eu sa calatoresc, dar de’! Cum iti e norocu’.

La radio incep stirile. Lazarescu da mai tare.

RADIO: Trupele anglo-americane au debarcat in Africa de nord.
Ofiterul asculta dezgustat. Alti trei soldati care pana atunci erau forte prinsi in discutuiile lor si veseli tac, ascultand si ei stirea.

Intra sotia lui Lazarescu in incapere, vine din spatele casei.
SOTIA: Dragule ! Bianca a spus primul ei cuvant ! A zis mama!
Lazarescu ra^de si o pupa.

Intra in carciuma un barbat in uniforma cu o scrisoare in mana, se apropie de tejghea.
Lazarescu iese schiopatand de dupa tejghea in intampinare.
MESAGERUL: Doamna Mioara Lazarescu?
SOTIA: Da? …Eu sunt.

Sotia priveste ingrozita.
MESAGERUL: Condoleantele mele!
Sotia incepe sa planga , Lazarescu o ia in brate .
SOTIA: Nu ! nu e cinstit!
Mesagerul intinde scrisoarea si o ia Lazarescu.
MESAGERUL: Fratele dumneavoastra a fost un soldat pe cinste doamna! Si-a slujit ….si-a slujit cu loialitate tara!
SOTIA: Nu e cinstit! Era asa tanar , nici familie nu apucase sa-si …. ( devine neinteligibila)
Mesagerul devine descurajat , nemaistiind ce sa-i spuna sotiei care plange zgomotos.

Secventa 4
7 aprilie 1965
Exterior- peron gara- dupa-amiaza
Lazarescu , sta pe o banca ,pe peron , fumand o tigara. Langa el se aseaza un domn si se apuca sa citesca ziarul.
Lazarescu priveste oamenii care urca in tren. Apoi trage cu ochiul in ziarul vecinului.
In ziar scrie mare „Romania Libera” / „ Nicolae Ceausescu este ales prim secretar al PCR”
Se aude locomotiva , oamenii, ambiata de gara, caini latrand.

Vine Bianca, fata lui Lazarescu, catre banca pe care sta tatal ei. Intre timp domnul a plecat. Pe peron mai sunt cativa oameni.

BIANCA: Te-am cautat peste tot!
LAZARESCU: Buna. (zambeste)
BIANCA: Vezi ca ti-am lasat mancarea pe aragaz, s-o bagi la frigider dupa ce manci.
LAZARESCU: Unde pleci?
BIANCA: Am treaba, hai ca am intarziat deja!
LAZARESCU: Iar te duci sa te vezi cu ala?
BIANCA: Nu incepe iar!
Lumea incepe sa se intorca , uitandu-se pe furis la ei.
LAZARESCU: De ce nu-ti cauti si tu un baiat harnic de treaba…
BIANCA: Am plecat . Pa!
Bianca se indeparteaza.

Lazarescu se ridica si incepe sa merga dupa ea, schiopatand.
LARESCU: … sa incepi o famile. NU e bun de nimic …ma auzi!
BIANCA: Nu e drept ce spui! Mama n-ar fi judecat asa, nici nu-l cunosti.

Lazarescu se opreste din mers si ramane pe ganduri.
LAZARESCU: Dar mama nu mai e, eu trebuie sa….
Bianca e deja departe.

Secventa 5
Interior – carciuma si spital- seara
5 iunie 1973

Barbatii din carciuma si Lazarescu s-au adunat in jurul televizorului si se uita la reluara meciului lui Ilie Năstase de la Rolland Garros, band mastica. Atmosfera este vesela, barbatii aclama si chiuie.

In acelasi timp la spital medicii incearca sa o resusciteze pe Bianca.
MEDIC 1: 4, 3, 2, 1 si!
MEDIC 2: Din nou!
Se stinge lumina in sala de urgente. Se aud nenumarate injuraturi la adresa PCR-ului.
La carciuma suna telefonul in camera din spate, Lazarescu se duce sa raspunda.
ANA:Alo…domnul Lazarescu?
ANA: Buna seara , ma scuzati ca va deranjez….ma numesc Ana si sunt o pretena da’ Biancai.
LAZARESCU: DA?! Pai ce mai face Bianca! De cand n-am mai vorbit cu ea, cred ca….of cum au trecut…
ANA: Domnule Lazarescu, problema e ca….eu v-am sunat ca sa va spun…ca Bianca a murit.
Lazarescu e socat. Se aud barbatii care uitandu-se la meci striga de bucurie.

LAZARESCU: Poftim! E vreun fel de gluma proasta!
ANA: De ce sa mint ?!
LAZARESCU: RAZI de un om batran! De unde ai numarul!
ANA: NU domle! V-am sunat pen ca vrea sa fie ingropata langa mama ei!
Se face liniste apoi Ana continua.

ANA: M-am gandit ca ati vrea sa veniti la inmormantare.
Lazarescu pune mana la ochi .
LAZARESCU: Cum a murit?
ANA: A incercat sa faca avort…stiti…nnnu…

Secventa 5
Interior –carciuma- noapte
Toamna 1981
Lazarescu , mai carunt, doarme pe o masa cu sticla de bautura langa el si poza de familie in mana. El cu Mioara si Bianca fetita.
In caciuma mai sunt doi barbati ,30-40, care strang si se pregatesc sa inchida, actualul sef , Mihai zis Mishu, al carciumei si ajutorul sau.
Se audzgomote de pasi, mese si scaune trase, pahare lovite si caini care latra in indepartare.
UN CLIENT: La revedere Mishuuuule !
AL DOILEA CLIENT: Pa sefu’! Mai venim si maine ca am auzit ca ne dai peste ca la Atenee Palace.
MISU: Pa baieti!
Cei doi clienti pleaca razand si insotiti de un al treilea barbat .Ies din carciuma cantand imnul si clatinandu-se.

AJUTORUL: Ma bucur ca au plecat fara sa mai strice ceva.
Misu se apropie de Lazarescu si incearca sa-l scoale.
Lazarescu e buimac si vrea sa doarma.
MISU: Haide domnule Lazarescu, e timpu’ sa va duceti acasa.
LAZARESCU: Ce vorbesti SUNT acasa!
MISU: Haideti , ca nu mai e , stiti si dumneavoastra. Hadeti ca va duc pana acasa…ca e aproape.
LAZARESCU: Ia mana de pe mine!
MISU: Da termina batrane ca si rabdarea mea are limite!
MISU: De doi ani stai si te imbeti , imi promiti ca-mi dai banii cand vine pensia dar eu n-am primit nici un sfatz!
LAZARESCU: NU TI-E RUSINE! Sa-mi vorbesti asa!

Intervine si ajutorul pentru a mai calma spiritele.
AJUTORUL: Suntem cu totii obositi, haide ca vrem si noi sa inchidem.
Ajutorul il scoate afara din carciuma ca sa-l duca acasa.
Secventa 6
Interior –carciuma-zi
20 decembrie 1989
Carciuma este complet goala iar Lazarescu este sub masa din nou beat .
In carciuma intra un baiat , se uita prin jur, apoi vede niste paine de pe o masa alaturata lui Lazarescu. Cand ajunge la masa ia o bucata de paine .

La televizor este difuzat discursul lui Ceausescu: „evenimentele de la Timişoara sunt opera unor huligani, a fortiliilor imperialiste şi antinaţionale”.

Baitatul il obersva pe Lazarescu intins pe jos si inlemneste apoi se apropie curios. Dupa ce s-a consvins ca nu mai misca ii ia portofelul din buzunar si se uita in el.
BAIATUL: Ha ! Ha ! Ce nume are asta!
Apoi arunca portofelul gol il descalta de bocancii de piele si fuge cu ei.

Secventa 7
Exterior-Universitate- zi

Acelasi baiat fuge pe bulevard agitand stagul Romaniei cu stema smulsa, strigand:Ole! Ole ! Ceausescu nu mai e !

Sunt tancuri si multa lume care striga:” Ole! Ole ! Ceausescu nu mai e !” si incep sa cante „Desteaptate romane”.
Cativa reporteri fotografiaza evenimentele si pe spatele unui din ei scrie PariMach.
Filmul se termina cu celebrul cadru de la televizor in care Dinescu spune”Am invins”. Imnul continua pe genericul de sfarsit.

Hand made halo

Daniel looked around cautiously with increased worry for his film reel. He was making a lot of noise banging the film cases and cursing while searching for his reel , much to Alex’s distress who was trying to remain calm while editing his film at the editing table.

-Dam it! Said Daniel, his brown hair continuously getting in his eyes and for a moment a thought crossed his mid, maybe he should have listened to his mother and cut his hair, but his girlfriend liked it better this way, a little longer.

-Go bang your cases outside! Came Alex’s harsh reply.

-I can’t find my rushes, have you seen it? …it had a Hello kitty sticker on it .

Alex thru him a quick look and smiled maliciously .

– It was my girlfriend’s idea…Said Daniel defensively. She thought the film was gruesome enough and could use some … And then he paused. Maybe I left it down stairs?

-Maybe, why don’t you go check . Replied Alex coldly.

-Paul have you see my film case?

-No, sorry? Came the answer . I’m missing some sequences my self . And Paul’s bloodshot eyes stared absently at Daniel.

-God man! When did you go to bed last night?

-I don’t think I did.

Daniel was franticly searching the room for his film case or reel or anything while his desperation grew as the minutes pasted and the deadline approached.

Paul light a cigar and said.

-You know Laura and Philip have lost some material as well.

-I’m not surprised , it’s a madhouse . Daniel stop searching and stared sadly at the trash can. Maybe someone thought it would be a funny joke, he thought, but didn’t say, as not to be encouraged by Paul.

Andreea entered the room, wearing a purple blouse , she always wore something purple.

-Paul why are you smoking inside?! At least you had the brains to open a window!

Paul’s green eyes turned to the window, he did not remember opening it , he had closed it when he sat at the editing table , but he was to tired to say anything.

Daniel had left the room and now it was Andreea’s turn to search for her reel.

– I left it here! She was lifting some doodle papers that were on the table near the window.

– What did you leave? Asked Paul.

– My film case!

-I don’t remember seeing it there .

-You don’t remember what happened five minutes ago!

-True and you shouldn’t make fun of people with disabilities.

-Is this your idea of a joke ?! Give me my film or I’ll truly disable you! Andreea glazed at him angrily and started walking toward him.

-Hey I didn’t take your film! Cried Paul defensively . I know better than to cross you. Hopping this last remark would appeal to her ego and spare him any pain, for he was to tired to even defend himself.

And Andreea grabbed his cigar threw it out the window and left the room.

– Crazy lady, I pity the poor smuck  who marries you. But this last thought Paul did not dare say out loud.

Two boys were standing in the court yard trying to keep the cigars steady in their trembling hands. Winter was settling in and that meant the exams were closing in.

-What the f***?! Exclaimed one of the boys, his brown eyes following a piece of film that was slowly falling on the cold damp pavement.

-It’s a piece of film. Said the other one, taking his left hand from his pocket and bending to pick it up, so that his short thin jacket raised revealing his back to the cold . Isn’t this a piece of Christian’s film?

-No f***ing way ! The brown eyed boy exclaimed. And they say we’re the f***ing monsters torturing the poor little f***ing bastards , while they’re f***ing playing with our f***ing films , this is f***ed up and I won’t stand for it.

-So what do you suggest we do? Asked the second boy , starting to visibly shake from the cold, while his friend toke one last puff from his cigar.

Although he or better say it was five stories up it was not afraid of the heights for it’s tiny hart could only hold one emotion at the time and right now it was filled with fierce determination and it’s thoughts focused on the task at hand. Mind you holding a reel of film almost as big as your body on a rainy day on top of a tiled roof is no easy task, yet somehow it’s small, white, fluffy  back paws found somehow footing on the slippery tiles while it’s small wings and short tail were keeping some balance  .

-Aha! Found it! NO! Why …why me, why today?!

-Oh cut the melodrama! Said Alex indifferently.

-What is it Daniel ? Asked Larissa with an expression of true concern and placing her small white hand on his shoulder.

-I found my case but is’t empty, completely empty, not a strip of film in it.

-Oh you’ll probably find it where you least expect it. Said Alex rubbing his chin, thinking of letting a goatee grow.

Daniel looked with hate at his colleague and replied :

-Well maybe I should have even taken the film to the toilet or… or slept with it under my pillow like you do, then I wouldn’t be in this mess!

-Yes and I think not leaving everything till the last day would have also helped.

Daniel gave up, there was no way he could have angered the impassive Alex, he would have just turned the insult against him.

The next day the sun was shining, thought the temperature was still low and our little white friend was trying to fit another reel of film through a hole in between the wall of the faculty and a wall belonging to a neighboring house .
Meanwhile the students were panicking at the news that the teacher was coming to see the ruff cuts and they had nothing to present, for one could not admit to loosing the material, it would have meant “death”.
There was no exaggeration in calling misses Toma a dragon lady and the years that have grayed her hair had not dulled her teeth . None of her students dared speak out of terms, be late, delay tasks or do anything she may be consider wrong by her and loosing the film strips was most definitely a wrong thing to do.

-What are we going to do?! Asked Nadia , trying to light another cigarette, her orange colored nails struggling with the lighter, even though she said she had quit smoking .

-I tell you it’ss a consspiracy ! Cried Phillip . There are to many of uss who have losst material, ssomeones iss playing a cruel trick on uss. His words were stressed on the letter  “s” due to his spaced teeth , also his provincial accent became more evident when he got excited .

-Yeah ! Well you explain it to the banshee , although I don’t think she will believe us, not after Paul’s little stunt last year. And Daniel looked in Paul’s direction and took a puff out of Larissa’s cigar, who also claimed recently to have quit smoking.

Paul and Alex were sitting on the other side of the room talking about some long dead philosopher , to busy to notice Daniel’s hateful stare.

-Listen. Said Sebastian, a tall boy with dark hair and a tan complexion, also holding a cigar.  She always says she appreciates honesty and stuff , so let’s BE honest , if we try to find excuses we’ll just be incriminating our selves.

-Pff! Interposed Nadia, rolling her big black eyes.

– Surely she’ll know how to solve this better that us . Continued Sebastian, ignoring Nadia. I mean beating up Paul or David or anyone else we suspect won’t solve anything.

-It will solve a lot ! Interjected Andreea, who had just joined the group.

-Maybe we can ask them nicely…to give them back ? Said Larissa, but quickly quivered under the intense glare of her  colleagues, and tried to hide her face somehow under her blond curls .

-As if they would confess now! Yelled Andreea . They’re in to deep now.I say we beat them up now and ask them later!

– Beat who ? Interfered Paul smiling and holding as usual a cigar . You’re such a violent girl, I like that in a woman.

The makeshift furnace had now reached the necessary temperature and it could now begin burning the film strips in order to extract the silver. It’s little pointy ears listened for the cracks and whistles that may indicate a problem while it’s black button eyes checked the thermometer . It then started to gently place the peaces of cut film in the furnace, careful not to burn his whiskers and his tail was wiggling with delight at the fact that his plan was working.It than sat on a piece of brick calmly waiting and steering at the wrist watch in front of it, the watch was next to a book entitled “Fine Silver Craftsmanship for dummies” that had a picture of a ring on the cover. The heat was starting to become unbearable so it fluttered it’s plushy wings to make some wind and when some sparks came out of the furnace it immediately jumped as not to get touched by them, fortunately it only touched it’s label.

The fact that you  could no longer read very well 70% polyester , 24% cotton and 6% acrylic blended fabric wasn’t a big deal.

-Hey she’s coming!


-What do we do?

-Stick to the plan!

-What plan!

-Get rid of the cigars you idiots!

-What the f*** are you calling me an idiot , b****!

-Cut it out you two!

-Quick, the window?


-Throw them out!

It raised his little white ears, curios as to the reason for the sudden commotion and saw half a dozen cigars falling toward it.

The End


I want my chow

I said meow and i mean now

My name is Whiskers and you’re my slave

Give me the food that I crave

Open that can quick as you can

I said meow and I mean now