Cockroach Family.

                                                    Last but not least, cockroach family. 

   You might wonder why cockroach? Well as everything has its own history so it does the apartment we lived in and created our stories. This apartment beside us that are visible in this wonderful picture, somewhere in the ground there were also our other tiny flatmates called cockroaches, we might don't sound lucky by the name and some even might get disgusted - so were we. We learned how to live together with tiny flatmates and with each other. The journey till the end seemed quite fast like it didn't even pass so much time when in reality we have lived almost a year together. The best part of having created this family is that we will be forever a family no matter where we will be and where life will put us. I already miss them so much, and sometimes even on my first days at home in the morning, I'm still there with my mind until I open my eyes. 
 

Traveling moments.

Some of the best moments are traveling once. With these beautiful ppl and especially thanks to Romanian guys that showed us around the places while also telling the story and history behind almost everything which is very impressive and made me love Romania and its history even more. Meeting kind-hearted ppl in Romania is so common. Most of them love their country so much and know so much about the history of the places.
 

Celebrating 24th in Bucharest.

Celebrating 24th in Bucharest. Well, I did not plan to celebrate it at all, but then I got surprised by this kind-hearted Romanian girl we met two days before my birthday. I will share the cake picture sometime soon. The night before she cooked fish for us and she was also showing us the best parts of Bucharest.

 

Last Saturday Night.

 Last Saturday Night partyyyyy. Partying almost every day is not so fun but this party was almost after two months of different stuff that happened, including quarantines. 

Something.

 

So, I'm sharing this picture just because I like it. The story behind it was also hiding behind the wall so we would be able to smoke without others noticing that we did not participate in the outside activity.  Anyway, it was just the last part of it. P.s we were hiding from Martina - hope she doesn't read this.

First Quarantine.

Quarantine; This is one of the Romanian classes from the zoom. Happy faces of first quarantine together. Maybe quarantine story's are not always good, but ours are different always. That's because we had too many quarantines and still our faces are smiling. P.s the teacher was always starting from me.

Irina's collection.

 

                                                            A short story of the lighters.