Ìn general, cand imi amintesc de mama, imi amintesc ca tot imi spunea de bunica ei. Gemenele Ivanov au fost crescute de catre bunicii lor. Tatal a murit intr-un accident de munca iar mama a fost luata de comunisti.
Bunicii le-au luat sa le creasca de pe la 7 ani.
Prea multe nu stiu despre ei. Dar pot sa spun ca erau niste oameni remarcabili. Bunica se descurca cu gatitul si croitoria, bunicul a fost decorat de regele Carol. Oameni care au reusit sa treaca peste ororile comunismului si sa inceapa o noua viata. Sa lase in spate toate bogatiile cu care erau invatati si sa inceapa sa munceasca. Sa incerce sa faca o viata mai buna fara sa se planga amintindu-si de cea veche.
Dovada stau in povestirile mamei. Bunica gatea pe o plita mica, cu doua ochiuri. Gatea asa de bine ca rudele care veneau in vizita cereau din “piroski” si acasa. Bunicul dadea meditatii la matematica. Are si o carte finalizata dar ne-tiparita.
O sa incerc sa povestesc intamplari diverse. Pentru ca vreau sa-mi reamintesc de cei ce nu mai sunt si sa le pastrez vie amintirea lor. Pentru ca eu consider ca se merita sa ii tinem minte. Nu numai pentru ca ne-au dat viata dar si pentru ca ne-au facut ceea ce suntem.

Generally, when I remember my mother, I remember that she kept telling me about her grandmother. Ivanov’s twins were reared by their grandparents. Their father died in an accident at work and their mother was taken by the communists.
Grandparents took them to grow at around 7 years.
Too many I do not know about them. But I can say that there were some remarkable people. Grandmother deal with cooking and tailoring, grandfather was decorated by King Charles. People who have managed to overcome the horrors of communism and start a new life. To leave behind all the riches those were taught and begin to work. Trying to make a better life without complaint remembering the old.
Mother’s stories are in evidence. My grandmother cooked on a small stove with two burners. She cooked so well that the relatives which came to visit, demanded the “piroski” at home. Grandpa gave private lessons in mathematics. He finished a book but he not printed.
I’ll try to tell different stories. Because I want to remind those who are not and they keep their memory alive. Because I think it is worth to remember them. Not only that they gave us life but for they have done what we are.

Sa ne gandim de exemplu ca suntem la o prima intalnire. Partenerul/partenera face un gest mai nepoliticos, cum ar fi sa-si sufle nasul ca o trompeta. Nu-i asa ca va puneti intrebarea daca va mai intalniti a doua oara?
In schimb, sunteti casatorit cu partenerul/partenera de 5 ani de zile. Daca sufla nasul in felul descris mai sus, nu-i asa ca incercati sa radeti sau sa gasiti o cale sa fiti fericit cu ce s-a intamplat?
Suntem inconjurati de diverse fapte, actiuni, intamplari. Ca sunt bune sau rele depinde de noi cum le interpretam. Stiu ca depindem de cum ne simtim, de oboseala, de sentimentul de neputinta, de multele noastre ganduri, de sentimentele generate de faptele marunte de peste zi. Acestea pot fi: ca astept prea mult la metrou, ca un sofer grabit ma stropeste de sus pana jos, ca imi dau seama ca mi-am uitat telefonul mobil acasa. Toate acestea si multe altele ne pot pot face sa nu ne simtim bine, sa ne maniem, sa ne revoltam pe om, ori chiar pe Dumnezeu, spre a ne arata revoltati.
Poate daca am reusi sa ne amuzam pe multele lucruri care se intampla pentru a ne tulbura, poate ne-am simti mai bine.
Pentru ca felul cum reactionam la toate detaliile marunte din existenta de zi cu zi ne arata pe noi, cu adevarat. Daca ne suparam pe nimicuri sau daca ne bucuram pe lucruri marunte, toate acestea ne vorbesc despre noi in felul cel mai adevarat.
Nu stiu cum as putea sa fac asta. Nu stiu cum as putea sa ma amuz pe seama tuturor lucrurilor mici care ma irita zi de zi.
Dar stiu ca daca as reusi asta atunci toate relatiile si faptele pe care le am cu cei din jurul meu se vor schimba.

English version
Let’s think for example that we are on a first date. The partner makes a rude gesture, such as he blows his nose like a trumpet. Not so you ask yourself if you will meet a second time?
Instead, you are married partner of 5 years. If he blows his nose in the way described above, so you try to laugh or to find a way to be happy with what happened?
We are surrounded by various facts, actions, events. As good or bad depends on us how to interpret them. I know it depends on how we feel, fatigue, feelings of helplessness, of our many thoughts, the feelings generated by small facts of the day. These may be too much to expect the metro, the driver rushed me sprinkle top to bottom, as I realize that I forgot my mobile phone at home. All this and more can do we cannot feel good, we become angry, appalled us man, or even God to show us outraged.
Perhaps if we manage to entertain us many things that happen to disturb us, can we feel better.
Because how we react to all the small details of everyday existence shows us, really. If the little things upset us or if we enjoy the little things, all they talk about us in the truest way.
I do not know how I could do that. I do not know how I could entertain myself on behalf of all the small things that irritate me every day.
But I know that if I succeed then all the relationships and facts that I have with those around me will change.

Am visat acum cateva zile apa, multa apa. Curata, linistita. Am visat ca zbor deasupra ei. Si erau insulite cu manastiri albe, extraordinar de albe si curate. Si am stiut ca imi va merge bine.
Prin ce imi va merge bine? Nu neaparat printr-un castig la loto sau primirea unei mosteniri.
Consider ca imi va merge bine daca am o familie, un sot care ma iubeste, un serviciu bun, copii sanatosi.
Par lucruri banale, dar putini se pot lauda cu asta.
Superstitia nu inseamna o pisica neagra care iti trece prin fata. Nu inseamna ca sa versi sarea.
Cred mai curand ca superstitia tine de sentimentul tau. Daca simti ca iti va merge bine, altceva nu ar trebui sa te supere.
Aveam colege care mergeau la vrajitoare ca sa li se dezlege norocul?, cununiile? Sau, mai nou, de mers la diverse moaste pe la biserici.
Cred mai curand in munca proprie, in efortul pe care il depui zi de zi ca sa ai o existenta fericita. O batrana inculta nu poate sa imi schimbe existenta.
Fericirea si-o face fiecare. Trebuie sa muncim pentru ea. Nici biserica, nici vrajitoarele, nici oamenii de langa noi nu ne pot face fericiti. Noi putem sa devenim fericiti. Noi putem obtine fericirea.
La fel cum cautam un loc de munca si-l gasim, la fel cum gasim un partener si-l gasim, la fel cum cautam locul nostru in viata si-l gasim, tot asa putem gasi fericirea.

I dreamed a few days ago the water, lots of water. Clean, quiet. I dreamed that fly above it. And were islands with white, white and extremely clean monasteries. And I know that I will go well.
How will I go good? Not necessarily with a win the lottery or receiving an inheritance.
I think that will work well if I have a family, a husband who loves me, a good job, healthy children.
It look trivial things, but few can boast that.
The superstition is not a black cat running through your face. It does not mean to pour salt.
I rather have you feeling your superstition. If you feel that goes well, otherwise you would not be upset.
I had colleagues who went to the witch to solve their luck?, their weddings? Or, more recently, went to various relics in the churches.
I think in own work, you put in effort every day to have a happy existence. An old uneducated can not change my existence.
Happiness and do it each. We must work for it. No church, no witches, or people around us we can make us happy. We can become happy. We can achieve happiness.
Just as we are looking for a job and find it, just as finding a partner and find him, looking just as our place in life and find it, so we can find the happiness.

Am urmarit marti seara un film la PRO TV.
Il recomand tuturor femeilor care s-au interesat de recoltarea celulelor stem.
Imi da impresia ca multe mame pornesc cu ideea ca vor naste un copil bolnav chiar inainte de a-l concepe – interesante dorinte pentru copilul ne-nascut.
Iar recoltarea celulelor stem imi pare un prim pas catre clonare. Nu cred in reusita cercetatorilor de a crea un organ matur, functional, independent de restul corpului.
E urmatorul pas dupa traficul de organe.
Sper doar sa nu fiu considerata paranoica.
Recomand filmul si sper sa mi se inteleaga punctul de vedere.

Statele Unite ale Americii, 2005, film de acţiune, 136 minute
regizor: Michael Bay
scriitor: Caspian Tredwell-Owen
scenarist: Alex Kurtzman, Roberto Orci, Caspian Tredwell-Owen
producător: Michael Bay, Ian Bryce, Walter F. Parkes
director de imagine: Nigel Phelps
Distribuţia:
Ewan McGregor (Lincoln Six Echo/Tom Lincoln)
Scarlett Johansson (Jordan Two Delta/Sarah Jordan)
Sean Bean (Merrick)

English follow

A mai trecut un an …
Sa va amintiti cu placere de toate implinirile, cu melancolie de toate clipele frumoase si cu incredere de tot ce nu ai reusit..

Iar in anul care vine… iartati…iubiti…zambiti… relaxati-va… ajutati un batran…ascultati prietenii…reluati un proiect abandonat… uitati-va la un album cu poze……pictati un tablou…ascultati tacerea… amintiti-va intotdeauna ca nu sunteti singuri… spuneti-le celor dragi cat de mult ii iubiti… jucati-va…..imaginati-va ca astazi nu aveti nici o grija… cititi o carte buna…alegeti-va o stea pe cer…fiti copil inca o data…dati-va voie sa mai si gresiti… renuntati la ce nu va place… indepliniti-va promisiunile…inchideti ochii si imaginati-va ca sunteti pe o plaja tropicala…cumparati-va ceva ce va doriti de mult… sperati ca ceea ce-va doriti se va indeplini…ajutati-i pe altii… respirati profund…faceti-va un cadou…dar mai ales iubiti!

English version

Another year passed…
Let us all remember with pleasure the achievements, with all the beautiful moments of melancholy and trust everything you did not ..

And in the coming year … sorry … love … smile … relax … help an old … listening the friends … resume an abandoned project … look at a photo album… paint a  picture …… listen the silence …  always remember that you’re not alone … tell loved ones how much you love them … play ….. now imagine that you have no worries … read a good book … pick a star in the sky … be a child again … give yourself permission to may and wrong … give what you do not like … fulfill your promises … close your eyes and imagine you are on a tropical beach … you buy something you want for more … hope that what you want … will help them meet others … deep breath … do yourself a gift … but especially love!

English follow
Am intalnit multe articole, in special acum, legate de traditii de craciun.
Si citesc si nu le recunosc: copiii care merg cu colindul, taierea porcului, de impartit… Or fi mai multe, din pacate nu le stiu.
Suntem o generatie moderna, grabita, tehnologizata. Traim in orase aglomerate unde se pierd multe din traditii sau din semnificatia unor obiceiuri.
Dar simt ca pierdem o aparenenta, o istorie, ne rupem de noi.
Mi-ar place sa avem o traditie de craciun. Una care sa fie respectata in fiecare an. Ceva care sa ne faca sa ne simtim bine impreuna.
Exista cateva: de lasat copiii sa impodobeasca bradul, de facut mancarea impreuna cu ei, de deschis cadourile, de petrecut cu familia.
Dar as vrea sa fie unele mai deosebite. Sa citim o poveste in ajun? Sa facem o casuta din turta dulce? Sa mergem la biserica? Sa trimitem niste pachete/daruri? Sa vizitam rude, prieteni pe care nu le vedem un an intreg?
Caut si sper ca incepand cu craciunul viitor sa pot incepe o traditie in familie. O traditie in care sa ne simtim mai buni, mai curati, mai veseli.

English version
I met some articles, especially now, about Christmas traditions.
And read and do not admit: children who go caroling, cutting pork, shared … Or be more, unfortunately I do not know.
We are a modern generation, hurry, tech. We live in crowded cities where many traditions or significance of habits are lost.
But I feel like losing a membership, a history, we break away from us.
I would like to have a Christmas tradition. One that is respected in every year. Something to make us feel good together.
There are several: to let children decorate the tree, the food made with them, to open presents, to spend time with family.
But I want to be some more special. To read a story on Christmas Eve? Let’s make a gingerbread house in? Let’s go to church? To send some packages / gifts? To visit relatives, friends do not see a whole year?
I’m looking and I hope that starting with next Christmas I can start a family tradition. A tradition in which we feel better, cleaner, happier.

Queen – Thank God It’s Christmas
Am petrecut Craciunul la Giurgiu, cu socrii. Munca, pregatiri, dar si lene dupa toate astea.
Frumos in final. Alt an, alt craciun, alta amintire. In fiecare an se intampla ceva ce se merita memorat.
Amintirea mea pe primul loc reprezinta povestea spusa de mama in ajunul craciunului.
Nu aveam nimic pregatit. Bradul urma sa-l aduca tata cand se intorcea din delegatie. Geamurile aveau flori de gheata. Nu era zapada. Era intuneric, era frig.
Si atunci mama ne-a povestit colindul de craciun de charles dickens.
Tin minte si acum ca a inceput povestirea cu: “Si Marley era mort. Era mort ca si cuiul de la usa.”.
Poveste cu fantome, cum pot oamenii sa se schimbe in bine, cum trebuie sarbatorit craciunul.
Si pentru mine, asta a ramas craciunul: o poveste. Nu cadouri, nu bradul, nu masa imbelsugata.
Ci o seara alaturi de mama si o poveste.
Va urez la toti sa aveti parte de un craciun care sa va lumineze viata in momentele cele mai grele.

English version
We spent Christmas at Giurgiu, in-laws. The work, the preparation, and lazy after all.
It was charming in the end. Another year, another Christmas, another memory. Every year something happens that is worth remembers.
Remembering my first story is told by my mom on Christmas Eve.
We had nothing prepared. Xmas tree would bring by my dad when he returned. The windows had ice flowers. There wasn’t snow. It was dark, it was cold.
And then mom told us Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.
I remember that the story began with: “And Marley was dead. He was dead as nail in door”
Ghost story, how can people change for the better, how to celebrate Christmas….
And for me that Christmas remains a story. No gifts, no tree, no gourmet meal.
It is an evening with my mom and a story.
We wish at all to have a bright Christmas that will shine the most difficult moments in life.