AN EGGBOX

2006-12-11T11:56:00.000-05:00

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This project is a society irony, it is just a view about how we are writing the history of our time. The situations you will see are taken from local newspapers (Bucharest, Romania - 2004). All the participants are public figures. For whom is not familiar with the context I will attach a few explanations ...
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An unknown admirer of Kitty Cepraga painted a picture of her in the nude. The special present made her emotional and the star hung the painting in a place of honor. She has just one wish: to thank to the artist ... personally.
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Humor in our country: to ridicule is a national sport and a necessary ingredient during a campaign - Traian Basescu’s campaign for Major of Bucharest, the capital of Romania. He was also trying to gain a council with a majority of peoples belonging to his party.
Basescu’s message in the campaign’s posters:
.Vote for him! (for the pepper)
.But don’t live him alone! (the jar of peppers)
.Alone he can do a lot, with a council he can do everything!
Counter-attack from PSD (the government party):
.Choose a major not a vegetable!
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A change of spiritual experience: the Romanian guru, Bivolaru, met the English yogis at Stonehenge to take part in a night of ... universal energy.
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They were the first contestants who had sex live on TV, in a show. The second time when they had sex on the “Big Brother” show, they threw off the blankets and all inhibitions in front of the cameras ...
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The cathedral “Salvation of the Nation” lays its foundation of togetherness between the atheistic hypocrites of the PSD (the government party) and the megalomaniac priests of the Archbishop. They transformed a green area into a work area demolishing the monument from the park and constructing a divine place exactly over the graves of the communist heroes.
... We can throw away everything when the “fashion” is changed.
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As in every electoral campaign, the citizens of the country have the chance to receive a calendar with the portrait of their favorite candidate. Adrian Nastase (Prime Minister, at that time) offered to the peoples of Romania, through the medium of this calendar, at last something: but it is about something of great value ... his friendship!!!?
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NON-COLOR, a story written by me

2006-12-07T12:51:00.000-05:00

Once upon a time there was a beautifully colored world. All the creatures in that world were happy to fill their eyes with the colorful splendor of their garments.
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Nobody had ever seen the lack of color or had ever heard about anything colorless in that world. They were so used to that condition that they had never thought non-color might exist. It was just the way they and their world were.
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But one day, a strange creature came to that world. It was not strange because, in some way, it looked like a bird or because it had a long fan like tail; it was strange because, in a most unnatural way, it was not colored. At first everyone was scared and puzzled but, they were all won over by that bird's wonderful voice. The bird told them its name was Peacock and, for reasons unknown, it was a colorless creature.
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In spite of its lack of color, the Peacock had about it a certain charm and strangeness, like a kind of magnetism. Some thought it was the music in its voice, others, much fewer, thought that non-color might possess its own beauty. But the latter did not dare to share their thoughts with the others.
Impressed with all this, they all decided to help that bird to acquire colors. They held council in the wood but, unfortunately, no one knew the secret of acquiring colors. Then, one who was wiser suggested asking the old gnome; maybe he, who was older than any other creature, would know something about it.
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They took the colorless Peacock to the gnome. When the gnome saw them he sat and mused for a long while and no one dared disrupt his thoughts and ask him what conclusion he had reached. Finally the gnome told the Peacock: "Something could be done but you need to ponder carefully if you really want this change. Wouldn't colors be a still bigger problem that non-color?! Wouldn't the world lose some of its diversity?" Stubbornly, the Peacock did not want to ponder very long. It had been wandering about the world in search of colors for a very long time. In a way, it envied all the others.
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Then, the gnome, who was kind-hearted, listening to the creature's lamentation (and, like all the others, being impress by that), said he could help. They built a very long ladder, went to a place high up and started waiting. Some of them asked the gnome what it was all about. He said: "We are waiting for the rainbow. When the rainbow shows up in the sky, the Peacock will go up the ladder and will bathe in its magical colors."
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This is how the Peacock got its colors.
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To celebrate this, they had a party. They all got together in a clearing in the forest and the Peacock said it would sing for them. But when it tried to do so, to everyone's surprise, they realized that the Peacock's beautiful voice had been lost. And this was not all: the unusual charm of the creature that had given up non-color had been lost as well.
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This made the Peacock very unhappy. Only then did it realize what a big mistake it had made. It remembered the gnome's words and it understood that, actually, it had not gained anything but it had lost something unique, the non-color.
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Back it went to the gnome and asked him for help. The gnome pondered for a while and said: "I am sorry I cannot help you any more. The non-color has been lost forever. Now you are like everyone else, you have lost your uniqueness."
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"When I warned you, you wouldn't listen. I helped you because I realized that was your ultimate aim in life (I knew you had been searching for color for a very long time); unfortunately, the aim was wrong."
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Ever since, the Peacock had no longer been able to impress anybody the way it had before. It perfectly matched the world it was living in. Thus it realized that there was no joy in being colored if everything around you was full of color. As a matter of fact, color itself had lost its charm once its opposite, non-color, had disappeared.
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Catalina's fantasy

AN EGGBOX

NON-COLOR, a story written by me