Man, what a day! I swear, being a Mourner in Vanatori is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I mean, who wants to deal with grief before breakfast? Not me, that’s for sure.
First stop, Strada Principala. It’s like the main vein of the city, ya know? Packed with people, cars honking, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery. I grab a pastry—best in town, no cap. But then, bam! I see this old dude crying on the corner. Like, really crying. I’m talkin’ full-on waterworks. I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?” Turns out, he lost his cat. A cat! I mean, I get it, pets are family, but c’mon, it’s a cat.
Anyway, I try to console him. “Hey, man, it’s just a cat.” But he looks at me like I just kicked a puppy. So, I back off. I’m not here to make enemies, just to mourn, right?
Then I head over to Strada Tineretului. It’s a chill spot, usually. But today? Nah. There’s this group of teenagers blasting music. Like, can’t a Mourner catch a break? I’m trying to feel the vibes of loss, and they’re out here vibing to some pop nonsense. I’m like, “Hey! Turn it down!” They just laugh. Ugh, kids these days.
So, I keep walking, trying to find some peace. I hit up the park near the lake. It’s usually my go-to for reflection. But guess what? There’s a wedding happening! A freakin’ wedding! I mean, c’mon, can’t a Mourner catch a break? I’m surrounded by love and joy while I’m just trying to process some heavy stuff.
I sit on a bench, trying to zone out. But then, this little kid runs up to me. “Mister, why are you sad?” I’m like, “Kid, I’m not sad, I’m just... contemplative.” He gives me this look like I’m speaking Martian. Kids, man. They don’t get it.
After that, I decide to take a stroll down Strada Florilor. It’s beautiful, flowers everywhere. But then, I step in dog poop. Seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy the scenery, and I get ambushed by a landmine. I’m hopping around like a fool, trying to shake it off.
Finally, I make my way to the old church on Strada Bisericii. It’s quiet there. I think, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! There’s a group of tourists taking selfies. Like, can’t you see I’m trying to have a moment here? I roll my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve pulled a muscle.
As the day drags on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, sad, angry, confused. It’s like a buffet of feelings, and I’m just here for the ride. I think about how Vanatori is this mix of life and death, joy and sorrow. It’s beautiful, but man, it can be overwhelming.
By the time I head home, I’m exhausted. My brain’s a mess, and my feet hurt. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Vanatori, with all its chaos, is home. And even on the craziest days, it’s where I belong.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another day in the life of a Mourner in Vanatori. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow.