Randomness in Geneva
26 Friday Feb 2010
Posted Miscelanous, Travel
in26 Friday Feb 2010
Posted Miscelanous, Travel
in04 Monday Jan 2010
Posted Miscelanous, New York, Romania
inNew York is such a strange place, so big yet so small. Every day I find that it shrinks more and more, I meet more people that know the people I already knew.
Only in New York, do 5 random people, in 5 different places, in the course of walking around for about 2hrs, compliment your hat you just bought. One even sees you in one place only to meet you again by fate 30 minutes later and say, I just saw you in x place with this hat, where did you buy it, I love it. And leave you thinking, what?!
Only in New York does a homeless person compliment you on your look. Can I have some change? That’s a great look btw!
Only in New York did I get so many compliments on my dresses from extremely rich ladies that could buy the Moon if they wanted to. In Europe, they usually look at you from top to bottom with envy, like about to spit on you. When I tell them, no, it’s not Prada, they are in awe, and supreme admiration.
Is that Dolce? (Dolce & Gabanna she meant of course, she was Italian) Mmm, not really, but thank you for the compliment. Apparently she had one just like that, only Dolce.
Only in New York do you “crash” a Chinese wedding in pink sweatpants and not get into trouble, because you absolutely had to go to the restroom in Chinatown after a looooooong ride on a bus.
Are you Russian? I am asked most often. No, I’m not and I don’t drink vodka unless it has a lot of cranberry juice in it. I don’t speak a word of Russian and I have no reason to either. (For whoever still has doubts, Romanian has nothing but really nothing in common with Russian)
Are you Jewish? Really?! You think I could be Jewish, because I really am not and don’t look like one either.
Tu sei Italiana, vero? No, I’m not, but I do love pasta!
Only in New York, everyone has at least one Romanian friend or their great-grandmother was Romanian.
Only in New York do Fifth Ave doormen greet you with Ce faci? if they hear you are Romanian (that’s because they have at least one Romanian friend)
Only in New York do so many people know so many things about Romania, it astounds me. People were asking me about these past presidential elections like it was the Super bowl.
Only in New York, and this one really touched Sugar Pie and me, does a street musician, in Battery Park, next to the Statue of Liberty, suddenly start playing Desteapta-te Romane on the violin, the Romanian national anthem, perfectly. And this after he realized we are Romanian.