After long-last working days we got a few days off and decided to go to Constanta through Bucharst. Frankly speaking, my first impression was ambivalent. There are a lot of bulky buildings, a lot of billboards, also in some places you can notice the post-soviet spirit, and absolutely everywhere you can see all kinds of grafity and street art. At first I thought about vandalism. How can the local authorities allow such kind of defacement in the heart of the city. But there was nothing to do, our train to Constanta must leave at 5:45 in the morning and, as budget tourists, we had to wander around the city until that time.
I want to tell you about my first sunrise with my new friends. It was the first time I got up so early willingly. As it turned out it wasn’t vainly. We were sitting on stones at the seaside, and the balmy sea breeze was playing with my hair tooking away all my secondary thoughts along with the waves. And here it is. It’s outlines were visiable on the other side of horizon.
It weared his lilac dressings which then got pink, yellow, ruby red and at the end it became dazzing gold. You could see all the gradient of emotions: sadness, contemp, maybe even scorn, harmony and at the end of this ranging emotions it showed us it’s happiest and brightest side. It seems like she was reliving all my spector of emotions with me.