I missed my flight

A few days ago I missed my flight and I felt stupid and lonely and stuck. I was physically stuck in Fiumicino Airport, in Rome, because Alitalia couldn’t find my huge luggage that was already checked-in about two hours prior to my flight. Long story short, I’ve spent ten days in Italy with a huge group of Jewish students from around Europe. Jews love community life and I must say that going to Jewish camps as a kid changed my life – not in a religious manner (cuz I’m not even religious), but in a “I had so many opportunities…

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Attila, officially a capoeira teacher

This is Attila, officially a capoeira teacher. Under the muscles he shows and behind his knowledge about fighting, there’s another Attila: the unexpected artist. He composes songs and poems in Portuguese, he draws and paints, he cooks, but what he seems to like the most is to sing. His voice is crazy! I’ve spent some time with him around his place, in Budapest, where he has his a small capoeira training room. He trains there, but he also gives classes to kids. I saw him teach kids about the basics of capoeira and he is a great teacher. Right above…

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5 ways blogging changed my life!

So, here I am, doing the biggest thing a blogger can ever do: start writing on his blog again, after an undeserved break. I’m actually blogging on my personal Romanian blog (arielu.ro) since September 2006 almost daily. I’m getting great traffic, great comments, great money and also great life lessons. Here, on my English blog, I stopped writing about a month after opening it. But that’s just wrong. So here I am, back again, after two years of not writing on it. The best moment to plant a tree is 20 years ago. The next best moment is now! In…

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Sticky

Us, The Survivors

Could you imagine if one ordinary day, a bunch of soldiers came up to your door, identified you and forcefully dragged you out of your house? Imagine they then threw you into a crammed car and took you to an unknown place… All this without giving you the chance to say goodbye to anyone, take any luggage or… anything. What would it be like if you were forced to work an entire day in exchange for just a slice of bread? What would it be like to see familiar faces murdered for disobedience? Sleep in the same filthy bed as…

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