Rainbow child

Currently:

• Feeling: better
• Listening to: Moby - First cool hive
• Thinking about: lots of things
• Reading: The adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
• Counting numbered days: 132

Uh, I have lots of ‘debatable’ topics for you this time. Let the fun begin. First of all, I want to tell you about an incident that occurred at yesterday’s wedding. One of my cousins got married yesterday. It was far better than I had expected, but still I didn’t stay till the end. Anyway, that’s not the point. My cousin is Romanian and his wife is Hungarian so after much thought and consideration, not having the same religion, they agreed to have the religious wedding at her church, with the condition that the ceremony to be held in Romanian, so that us, my cousin’s family to be able to understand. Erika, the bride, and her mum talked with their priest and he agreed on that little issue. We entered the church, stared a little (it was the first time we were in that kind of church) and took our places.  The groom entered then the bride and then it was silence. A moment of fussing around and then it happened: the priest started talking in Hungarian. Consternation on everyone’s faces. From that moment on, my cousin didn’t take his eyes off of Erika. Man, he looked so angry! The priest went on talking in Hungarian, I giggled with another cousins (don’t ask me with we thought it was amusing) then Dani, the groom, said: ‘Please, speak Romanian.’ Consternation on the priest’s face. Dani repeated: ‘Please, speak Romanian.’ Then the priest said, in a low voice, but not low enough for us, the ones seated in the first rows not no hear: ‘If you don’t like it you can leave, but I’m not having this ceremony in Romanian.’ Erika’s mum stood up and told Dani not be angry cause the priest was going to speak both Hungarian and Romanian. He was still angry but didn’t say a word. The only things the priest said in Romanian were those words addresses to Dani, a prayer and their vows. He wanted to make Erika say her vow in Hungarian, but she refused.

I’ve had an Hungarian boyfriend, I know how difficult these inter-ethnic relationships can be, and I know that this stupid fight between Romanians and Hungarians still exists, but what that priest did was totally inadequate with the situation. Come on, he said he was going to have the ceremony in Romanian, or at least he should have told everyone in the church that it’s going to be a bilingual ceremony, not drop that on us like a bomb. I want to believe I’m an open-minded person when it comes to religion, ethnicity and all that stuff, but I couldn’t help muttering a ‘curva boszmeg’ after I left the church. No, that wasn’t something a priest should have done. Especially a priest!

The thing I liked most about this wedding was its simplicity. I haven’t been to a lot of wedding, but I assure you, this was the most normal yet. No fancy dressed people, I almost can say they were more casual dressed than ‘wedding dressed’. And there weren’t many people invited, only members of the family and some close friends. I liked that. At about 10:30 in the night Radu, my ex *we’re very good friends now; thank God, we got over that dim period* , came and took be back to town. It was one of our friend’s birthday party and we celebrated with beer and chips. We talked and laughed and had a very pleasant night together. You can imagine that after a beer and a half I was already tipsy. :)) I laughed and laughed and laughed. I got home at about 2 in the morning. In front of our block of flats was my mum’s car. Man, my heart stopped beating. I didn’t tell my parents I was going to out and I had forgot my phone in our car. I thought I was in BIG trouble. On the stairs I made up all kind of excuses in my mind and I hoped my mum wasn’t dead worried about me. But, suddenly, it hit me: they left with our other car!!!!! =)) Man, I was happy! :)) I ran up the stairs, entered the apartment and started laughing. God, I though I was dead meat for a few minutes! :)) All’s well when it ends well.

I had a long and pessimistic talk with Cata before the wedding. Guess what? Now he tells me that he’s not going for his master degree in another country, but he thinks of coming to Bucharest. I mean, that’s FABULOUS, but why the heck didn’t he tell me this sooner? I kept making plans and pondering: well, I’ll be in Bucharest starting from this October, he’ll still be in Cluj. Well, as long as he’s in Romania it’s ok. What about when he’ll be gone? What will happen? Does this relationship have a future? Uh, those thoughts slowly killed me. But talking with him really eased my mind. He showed me that because of the distance we can’t have the ‘normal’ relationship I long for, but he knows we’re meant to be *that was incredibly sweet* and that someday, it will be just the way we want it to be. And he told me he’s considering moving to Bucharest after finishing university to do his master degree. All my worries vanished that moment. I feel so good know knowing that someday, some time in the future, we’ll have the relationship we always wanted and we’ll make up for the days we’ve been apart. And he keep saying that I’m the one for him and he knows we’re meant to be and stuff like that. Maybe we’re not, but now it feels damn good to think otherwise! So, it looks like the clouds have disappeared, the sun is shining once again, birds are singing and love is all I feel now. >:D< Hugs to you all!