The guide asks: “What does it say?“. There was nothing written on the wooden sign. Beyond it, there was the place we were coming from. I take some time but my answer is efortless: “This is where the time ends.”
Back there, I felt I was visiting Avatar or Earth in prehistoric times. A long necked dinosaur wouldn’t have surprised me. It was so beatiful that the time stopped so I could wonder. And that was the surprising answer for the question I brought with me. I wanted to know how to flow in the space of confusion. To speak the answer would be impossible but to live it, that is a path to follow.
I’ve been there on the exact same day that last year I was leaving Bucharest. A precious gift to celebrate one year of self inflicted confusion.