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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-05-05 | | Beginning of December, 2006. An internet cafe. A place where I spent many lovely hours plenty of days from 2005 to September 2007. A lady comes in and asks the boy there if he can send an email for her from his email address. He tells her no, as he no longer has an email address, as it’s been months and months since he last accessed it. The lady keep asking. It seems she does not have an email account, and she does not want to set up one, as she doesn’t wish to keep in touch with the man she wants to thank for a Christmas greeting card. She doesn’t seem to know much about email addresses either, as she presents the email address as name@yahoo. She is not very young, she looks middle aged. Finally, she asks me whether I have an email account and I agree to send a few lines for her. She leaves me the address to which to send the message and the few lines she wishes to send him as a thank you on a piece of paper, and then leaves. Never looking back, I reflect, not wishing to know anything any more from him... It seems sad to me. I write the correct format for the email address and write as a subject ‘message from [her name].’ Next day when I open my email box I see a message from him, thanking me as her daughter, as he assumes I am, for facilitating their communication. The message is addressed to her. He also tells her they will keep in touch in the future. I thought I might tell him I am just a girl in an internet cafe whom she asked to send him this message, and that she also said she didn’t wish to keep in touch to him... then I thought I might write him back as her, but then I just reflected, who am I to mix in some people’s lives against their will? What might have prompted her decision to do so? Fear? But fear of what? Of love? Of her husband – was she married, who was that man who sent her that greeting? Why was she so anxious, so nervous and hurrying to leave and never look back?
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