Bucharest on Heels...ouch

Part 1.

My dear bitter-sweet adventure in Bucharest started 2 days ago, with my moving there.

evening note - 4.10

" prima seara in camin...momentan singura, stau p geam, scriu si fumez o tigara si o astept p cherie kre nu a venit ink de la prelegeri. imi trebuie o scrumiera, o ceasca, cva...ptr k e greu d scris cu tigara in mana.... ciudat cum privesc noaptea un oras care akum imi vai fi casa, va fo...casa mea... greu d crezut dar asha este. Oamenii care tipa jos din varii motive, baietzashii de cartier cre se plimba si se iau d orice are detine picioare, eu deasupra tuturor de la etajul 4 ii privesc, privesc blocuri, nu casa de la Seciu, cu care m-am obishnuit, nu bulevardul, ci strazi, nu cunoscuti prin parc, doar beton...
PostNote: a venit cherie, o invazie d telefoane si nu am tv (NOO!) vreau Badea!!! :( but i think i'll manage to survive with a headache comparable to Mt Fiji on my hands ;)). "

Friday morning, 9 am and here starts my daring adventure on my purple heels through i city i barely even know, through ppl i don't know, through a subway tat's kinda familiar.... Firstly there is this point i have to make: never wear heels in Bucharest if u'r gonna travel a lot on foot, and if it's more than 25 degrees outside, the effect is an outstanding "Ouch!" and i can bear pain ...:)) not to mention the fact that the ppl in this city are bloody nosy and it can easily rub off on u too. i mean dear-God while in the subway everybody just stares at everybody and if u'r reading smth, the person next to u can't help but read along and just outwardly look into ur book/magazine or whatever else. more so even, if u happen to be dressed just a tad different, the observing eyes are never far away... for no matter what business u have, there is just a small series of thoughts that the ones around u can't help but have:

• why is she/he dressed like that?
• where is she going? why?
• why those colours?
• isn't it a bit too cold outside for that outfit?
• can she walk on those heels?

Answer: none of ur bloody business. i remeber smone long ago telling me that in London everybody reads a newspaper to avoid starng and all this troublesome situation ...however much i laughed back then, i'm staring to think it's a rather good idea, since i despise the idea of being examined, even slightly by ppl i don't know.

Next reference point, if God was a woman he wouldn't have invented heels, nomatter how good they look. but u know the saying: can't beat'em , join'em.... and i already have.