Life after Romania. And I still really like O-Zone!
May 2004 - Sept 2005
Documenting the horrors, frustrations and bureaucracy of the adventures of life in the amazing contradiction that is Romania. Now with 10% more vampires!
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Timisoara
I came to Romania straight out of university as an intern working with intercultural education. After extending my contract twice, I realised how much I love my newly adopted country and decided to stay as long as I could.
"As long as I could" turned into 361 days. I am now back in Canada, but am hoping to revive this blog to coincide with my new job.
My last name is British in origin (I'm notoriously private about it,) but said with a Romanian accent, it's a pretty good phonetic interpretation of "from a penis".
However, it's not worse than my Dutch friend's last name, which means (literaly) "from where they castrate horses". Poor guy.
Up until I got this internship, I didn't exist online. I even went so far as to get admin rights to my university website and delete all references to my last name. Then I got chosen for the internship, got written up in the local papers, my university did a feature on me, and presto, anonymous no more.
I still hate my last name though!
And Eric, I agree about cool last names. In Sweden, I dated two guys with "ordinary" last names: Roslund and Berg. But never doubt the power of being ordinary. Even my first name is a pain sometimes. "What's your name?" "Karla" "Ok, C-A-" "No, K. Karla with a K. K-A-R-L-A". Do you ever get that? "Eric with a C?"
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My last name isn't "Dicks".
My last name is British in origin (I'm notoriously private about it,) but said with a Romanian accent, it's a pretty good phonetic interpretation of "from a penis".
However, it's not worse than my Dutch friend's last name, which means (literaly) "from where they castrate horses". Poor guy.
On the subject of last names, there was a Harold Richard Longfellow who lived in Balls Creek, Nova Scotia. Harold Richard = Harry Dick = Hairy Dick.
Yeah, I always forget about the powers of google.
Up until I got this internship, I didn't exist online. I even went so far as to get admin rights to my university website and delete all references to my last name. Then I got chosen for the internship, got written up in the local papers, my university did a feature on me, and presto, anonymous no more.
I still hate my last name though!
And Eric, I agree about cool last names. In Sweden, I dated two guys with "ordinary" last names: Roslund and Berg. But never doubt the power of being ordinary. Even my first name is a pain sometimes. "What's your name?" "Karla" "Ok, C-A-" "No, K. Karla with a K. K-A-R-L-A". Do you ever get that? "Eric with a C?"
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