Traducere in limba romana la sfirsit.
I was a very private girl, back in my adolescent years and far too serious for my own good. I kept to myself a lot- nothing changed much there- and if not for Ica, I would’ve had a non-existent social life- which I didn’t seem to mind.
Ica to me, was the heart-beat of a certain group of young people from the church I attended. Sure she was more involved with my younger brother, Alin- who sang quite beautifully- but I was her friend as well. She gave me lots of advise when my heart was broken by one boy- my nick name was Ice Queen, for my charming and warm character- helped me get my first job, through her sister Lena and remained my friend all these years despite the fact that I’m terrible at communicating-go figure.
Ica introduced me to her sweet mom, who in my opinion should get the “Nicest woman in the world” award. Ica introduced me to Lena, her sister, who didn’t talk much but she cared for people. Ica, to me, is the symbol of a great friend with whom you can build a boat load of memories.
I remember one evening, after church, when a group of friends walked home together-as friends often do- stopping for these thin and long Romanian hot-dogs (crenvusti), to this new restaurant that opened soon after the revolution of 1989. I was broke-as usual- but in Romania there’s this unspoken motto-one for all and all for one- thing. The person with money buys for everyone. And that person on that particular evening was Stelica, a guy full of numerous jokes and endless stories. Camelia, a soft-spoken, pretty, blond girl kept me company along-side Ica and my brother Alin. In truth, most of the time I felt like a third wheel. I lived too much in my head- as I still do- with my stories and my own adventures, and preferred the company of a book to any socializing. But socializing, is a healthy aspect of life and Ica was smack in the middle of it all, masterfully directing and conducting the whole thing. What can I say- she has a gift for this sort of thing:)
Soon after I left for the States, Ica got married to a wonderful man and together they had three beautiful children I got to know through Facebook- the only reason I’m on that social site, to see my old friends. Today Ica runs a pharmacy and she’s just as bubbly as ever. Every time I visit Romania, she makes me feel welcomed there, in the land I once was part of- and hopefully will be again in the coming years:)
Thank you Ica for being my friend all these years and being willing to put up with a socially distant speciment such as myself. What wonderful memories we’ve built together:)
Am fost- si inca mai sint- o fata foarte privata in anii adolescentei si mult prea serioasa pentru acei ani tineri. Am tinut mult in mine- nu prea mult sa schimbat in acest capitol:)-si daca nu at fi fost Ica in viata mea, as fi avut o viata sociala extrem de redusa-fapt care nu ma deranjat niciodata.
Ica pentru mine, a fost inima sociala a unui grup de tineret din biserica la vremea acea- poate si in present, dar acest lucru eu nu-l cunosc- din care faceam si eu parte. Desi ea a fost implicata mult mai mult cu fratele meu, Alin- forma-se o formatie cu Adelina si cred ca Stelian- a fost si este si prietena mea. Mi-a dat sfaturi cu privinta la baieti- subiect care nu m-a interesat prea adanc, desi a fost un baiat care mi-a furat inima- si tot cu ajutorul ei si a sorei ei, Lena, am primit primul meu loc de munca ca vinzatoare de inghetata si suc care la vremea respectiva era la moda:)
Tot prin Ica am cunoscut-o si pe mama ei, o femeie atit de dulce ca merita premiul “femeii cea mai bune” din lume. La Ica in casa am acumulat multe memorii, foarte innocente si pline de bucurie, mai ales la sarbatori:) Lena, sora ei mai mare care de-si nu era vorbareata avea inima de aur, ma invatat cum sa fac inghetata la chioscul domunului Vasile- seful nostru:) Si -cum fac tinerii de obicei dupa biserica- dupa revolutie ne opream la restaurantele noi deschise care printre altele, serveau crenvusti fierti:) Imi aduc aminte ca intr-o seara, impreauna cu Camelia, o fata tare faina, blonda si finuta, atit cit si cu Alin, Ica, Adelina, Stelica si inca citiva tineri, ne-am oprit la un crenvusti si vorbind de ale noastre am mincat toti crenvusti platiti de Stelica.
Dupa ce am plecat in America, Ica sa casatorit cu un baiat tare bun si impreuna au trei copii, pe care am avut ocazia sa-i vad pe Facebook mai mult decit in realitate. Cind vizitez Hunedoara, orasul in care am crescut, Ica ma face sa ma simt binevenita in orasul care o data in trecut am avut si eu un rol in el.
Iti multumesc de prietenia oferita, desi stiu ca social nu sint cel mai cald exemplu:) Ce ani frumosi am trait, ce memorii pretioase am facut:) (Ica e mentionata in cartea care am scris-o si care va aparea pe piata Romana annul asta:)
O zi binecuvintata va doresc la toti:)