duminică, 15 mai 2011

Ultima saptamana

Maine incep ultima saptamana de scoala... Nu credeam ca o sa se termine asa repede liceul...
Ma gandeam, sau mai degraba visam la finalul liceului, sa fie ca finalul unui serial de comedie...
sa raman ultimul in clasa... colega mea sa imi spuna "hai"... iar eu sa ii spun "vin imediat"...apoi...
Sa imi reamintesc toate lucrurile prin care am trecut, si in fundal sa se auda o melodie daia de serial. Sa pun fiecare scaun deasupra mesei, ca la restaurant... sa scriu pe tabla "La revedere" si sa inchid lumina inainte sa inchid si usa...
Nu cred ca se va intampla asa...

KMS Preussen


Marseille 1943

The war is not going as well as we had hopped. So the Fuhrer has sent me to Marseille to oversee the construction of a new ship, the KMS Preussen. I am going to be it's new captain once it's finalized.

... three months ago... back in Berlin
A young man wearing a Kriegsmarine uniform waited in a hall outside the Fuhrer's office.
The door opened... you may enter know captain, said a tall man... He was Karl Donitz, Admiral and Commander of the notorious Wolfpacks...
one I have entered Hitler looked at me, analyzing me from head to toe.
- Hello Captain... you may sit... said the Fuhrer...
- Here, in this suitcase are plans for a new battleship... said Admiral Donitz...
I looked at the small suitcase that was sitting on the desk and didn't know what to think...
- Captain I am impressed by your actions in the last battles...
- I just did my duty, mein fuhrer...
- Don't be modest, alone against several British ships. The Royal Navy outnumbers us several times to one. Germany needs more captains like you... but something more important waits for you. A new ship will be constructed in Marseille, and you will be the new supervisor. As a bonus you will be put in charge or the new battleship...
After a long talk with the Fuhrer I left with the admiral towards Marseille...




miercuri, 11 mai 2011

Zile pierdute

Au trecut atatea zile de cand nu am mai scris nimic pe blog... off ce a trecut timpul... sper sa ma ierte amica mea pentru faptul ca nu am putut sa raspund mai repede... ce prost ma simt...
Ultimile zile mi le am petrecut din pat la scoala si de la scoala in pat... nu am avut timp nici macar sa mananc... astazi deabea am apucat sa mananc ceva... oare cand si ce oi fii mancat ultima data?... chiar nu mai stiu
La scoala a fost plictisitor... singurele momente de liniste pe care le am avut au fost in timpul orelor de engleza cand m am ascuns la mine in banca si am incercat sa pun cateva ganduri pe hartie...
Mi a fost asa greu sa incep... diriga a tipat odata la mine in timpul orei, "nu mai visa" ... dar cam atat... ma lasat in lumea mea... de unde nu am iesit decat la sfarsitul orelor...
In rest nimic special, bine poate ceva... am reusit sa imi termin haina...
Doamne daca ar trai strabunicu sa ma vada...

vineri, 6 mai 2011

Memoirs

As the first rays of sunlight are passing through the leaves, unveiling the tranquility of a wonderful morning, we find ourselves in this magnificent city of San Francisco, following the steps of a young writer on his first project. The sun is rising, the wind is blowing and our character is to be found in the Golden Gate Park. Nicely dressed, with a dossier full of documents under his arm, with his head full of thoughts, he is walking towards his childhood hero’s home.Constantly arranging his tie, you can read on his face that he is nervous. He rings the doorbell and waits for a while.

A beautiful blond miss opens the door,she had bewitching blue eyes that reminded him of the sea, she asks him whom he is he looking for. He put his emotions aside and requests to see his hero. The lovely miss leads him through a long hallway full of family pictures, medals and artifacts to an amazing garden. There he finds an old man in his 80’ playing with his grandson. With emotions through the roof our writer starts to walk towards his hero.

- Good Morning Sir, my name is Thomas Hemingway. I wrote to you about the book I am going to write, your biography.

-Well,a good morning to you too. Please, don’t Sir me,just call me John. Let me just take my grandson inside and we will talkat the back of the garden, near the fountain.

Our writer is strolling towards the back of thegarden,passing by a beautiful pond with lilies of all colors, when suddenly, between the trees, spots a beautifulfountain that resembles the Enterprise.

-So you found my little corner of Eden.

-Yes, it’s very beautiful, heavenly.

-Sit down, let’s talk. I accepted your proposal to write a biography of my life, the events that I have lived, because you were sincere in your letter. I don’t like all these top writes.

-I thank you, and as I told you in my letter this is my first work...

-Well this is why I accepted you as the one to write my biography. These experienced writers, they all tell stories not facts.

-And you would likeyour biography to be written by a person that would present the facts as they are.

-Yes, I don’t want to become a thing of worship.

-So, where do we start?

-Well certainly not with “Once upon a time ...”

-Certainly not. He leaned forward and put his hands together.You are regarded as one of the best captains ever to command a starship. I am here to know what you think, what is your opinion on your life.The events that took place, if you regret something of what you did.

- Well there are so many thing I don’t know where to begin.

-Let’s start with the beginning, your childhood. What do you thing triggered your fascination towards Starfleet?

-It all started when I was...