Today was definitely Freak Day. Saw some weird people-related stuff today. It all started when I arrived half an hour earlier at the Opera. I wanted to buy tickets for tomorrow’s performance: Rigoletto [I’m going to the Opera!!!! I’ve waited for this moment for such a long time!] but didn’t know that it opened only at 10 o’clock. No problem; took the book from my backpack, sat on the stairs of the building and started reading. Shortly after that, a man appeared out of nowhere and started talking to me:
‘I’m X [can’t remember the name] and I’m George Enescu’s great-grandson. We look alike, don’t we?’
After this shortly introduction the man started talking on and on and on and on… He was in his late-sixties, neatly dressed and smelled of cheap soap. You could see from the little red cuts on his cheeks and chin that he had just shaved. He told me he had finished 3 universities, had a very rich family and had had several wives. Also he had seen every performance from the Opera and the Athenaeum in the last 15 year.
The man looked normal, but from the way he was talking you could realise that, well, he was nuts. And he kept blinking rapidly and keeping his eyes for 3-4 seconds now and then. It was really disturbing. But I kept a smile on my face and simply nodded to all the things he told me about. I guess he liked that cause he said that if I go on Friday at another performance, he would make sure I won’t have to pay for the ticket. x_X Was that a date? God, I hope not!!! I managed to buy the tickets and then I abruptly departed the half-mad man. Hope I won’t bump into him the next time I’m going to the opera.
Getting back to freaks. In the tube, coming home from my evening classes, I managed to find a seat. Happy happy joy joy! Again, I took out my book and started reading… until I felt something on my left shoulder. Slowly I turned and saw that the man next to me had fallen asleep and that his head was resting on my shoulder. My first reaction was to brutally shake his head off my shoulder, but as I was just about to do that, I started giggling. For I don’t know what reason, the situation seemed so funny to me! The man woke up, muttered some apologies, tried to remain awake but fell into slumber again. This time he managed not to use me as a pillow. But still, as I was looking at the other passengers and I was peeking at him from time to time, I simply couldn’t stop giggling!
Now the third and last freaky person. I had just got on the bus when two old men started fighting ON the bus. You could see [and smell] that they had been drinking. They were about 70 years old and looked kind of poor. They cursed each other, they pushed each other… I feared they would start slapping themselves. Brrr… that was rather disturbing. I mean, they were old people! Old people don’t do that! They are nice people who take care of their grandchildren, cook good food and give you money when you visit them. Or, at least, that’s the way they should be :)
Freaks! :D
Original post: here.
Ionuca is 20, is originally from Baia Mare but has been studying in Bucharest since 2006.