In Bucharest now. For a short while.
I noticed that here nobody touches you, with a word or with a thought. They are all behind a wall of glass, metal or their own alienating look. Still, I observed that people do bumb into each other, but violently, for no reason, in a hurry on the subway staires or in a shop, without appologizing. I think they do it so they can still feel something.
A sad little dirty city.
(and by dirty I don’t mean the dust that is all around)
And this is the picture that, in my mind, resembles someone who comes to live in Bucharest and “gets modified” by the spirit of this city.