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Paul Boncutiu. Writer (Rumania)
The chronicles of ChaniaChania, Crete, Greece (?????)
? Chapter IAs a musquetier would say… All for Chania and Chania for all!
One week…seven days…so many hours and yet so little time. Around 30 people from all
around the Europe. Each one of them hiding a story and waiting for it to be revealed. As I was
saying, “Everybody has a story”. Actually this is not the main point in this picture. We were
there for other reasons. We had a project. We had to do politics. We had to do social networks.
We had to rise the citizenship awareness.
We did do all these. But we also did more. We knew each other. But not everyone was eager to
be revealed. Some of those present were keeping a low profile
. It might have been because of
their poor English, or just because they didn’t have an opinion or maybe, the reasons, were just
too high to be revealed. Still, we did meet some people. They were some extraordinary folks.
First was this guy, the photographer. A mysterious man though, was always wearing his
Hipstomatic App and his Iphone in his hand.
Then, there was this polish girl. A blonde, funny, beautiful girl appeared beside us. She might
have been attracted by the camera of this photographer, or she just might have been enjoyed our
company. But she was always there, near, around. She cried in one night. She was sensible. She
was fragile. She is.
Then, there was this lady. Half Finnish, half American. We were asked at the end of the project
to express in one word our impression about it. I said “sad”. If this question had been arose about
this lady, I would have said…amazing! She was kind, sensitive, nice, always around, always
smiling. She was having this Viennese Waltz and she was happy. She is trying to learn elders to
live their lives. They were happy about it, about the fact that this lady was doing that.
Funny, smart, blonde, charismatic, very beautiful…a very few characteristics of another person
that I had the pleasure to meet. She is a teacher and she has interesting stories about her life. A
real hard working woman. When in one morning she was telling me about her, she had this look
in her eyes as if she was trying to give some of her experiences. I didn’t say no. There were some
really beautiful experiences, but on the other hand, there were the sad ones.
? Chapter IIWill we see each other again?
They were Slovenian, from Maribor actually, and they were a couple. In the first few days they
were sitting in their chairs with
out trying to make any move, socialising just as much as they
needed. But then we went to the beach. We swam in the sea, stopping from time to time to
look at an unbelievable landscape not far from us. There was a mountain chain with
covered in snow. And we were still having a swim. On our way back home, we have spoken;
we have changed some opinions, some ideas. I realised at that point, that once again the wild and
beautiful landscape, cliffs at the edge of the shore, was a part of the story. And this is how we knew each other.
An interesting character, a native English girl was all the time in front of our eyes. She had
something. She has something. And it was this something which was making her a lovely
and adorable person. I was proud that in the end of the workshop I was the one to give her the
diploma. She is that kind of person you can’t forget easily. And she had this British accent...
We have hobbies. Each and every one of us is having hobbies. Ones are just more involved and
attached of their hobbies than others. This is how I noticed the two Turkish guys, university
teachers, having this butterfly’s hobby. They were the first people to meet when I stepped down
from the plane in Chania. And they were making me nervous with
their questions about me
being involved in any university projects. I said no, but I started to think nervously that maybe
all of the rest of the people will be the same and will ask the same questions. I will find out that it
wasn’t that way. They were just extremely passionate about butterflies. To study, to give names,
to photograph butterflies and to upload all the information on their website was like a second life
for them. And at one dinner they had to give us a belly dance. But they didn’t. Anyway, they are
still very interesting characters in our story.
Through other people met inside the Conference room, but with
whom we have hardly had some
minor conversations I can mention the Italians, the lady from UN and this German university
teacher. The Italians were funny. He was making yoga on the beach. She loved to talk; a lot.
And she was talking all the time about her boyfriend. Both of them had this somehow nice Latin
accent. The lady from UN, as she was saying, was a jobless. But she was doing all this stuffwith
leaving in Kosovo, India, Afghanistan, helping people there trough UN. She was peaceful,
and trustable and kind. She had this smile on her face each time she was t
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