And she’s gone..

And her bad is empty now…

The talks about Argentina’s and Romania’s history are over… The chats latter on night are over…

The midnight escapes to eat ice cream in Mc Donald’s are  just a remember.

There are no more commitments to come back home early to clean the room. She is not here any more to tell me: Anca! what is this!

Marilina left yesterday night to travel around North India for one month! She is now enjoying all those amazing places!

When she will be back I will show you her pictures and I will tell you her crazy stories about her adventures from the north.

Till then, enjoy our pictures: (Thank you Will for the pics)

Today is my twin sister’s birthday!

Yes! I have a twin! I didn’t know that, my mum never told me that. I don’t know how come she could hide this all my life.And my twins mother, how could they do this.

All begin a couple of years ago, in two different, but not so different, countries, in two far away countries, in 2 different continents when My twin and me were born. She was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, myself in Iasi, Romania, Latin America and Europe, but both Latin.

The story still going and I don’t know how come we meet in India. I mean, what is the chance to meet our twin in a 1 billion population? It is like looking for an needle inside a hay cart, like we the Romanians say.

Well, it happen.

She is a trainee in AIESEC in Chennai and she was in the south for 2 months and after she suppose to stay one month in Mumbai. Her internship suppose to be for 3 months. Suppose! This is the key word.

I am a trainee in AIESEC India and I suppose to stay in Mumbai only a couple of weeks til my allocation, but.. the fate made me stay in Mumbai for all my one year internship.

So, we meet at the beginning of my internship and at the end of hers. It happen in Goa, a wonderful western seaside Indian region and some 2 weeks after in the room that we suppose to share for at least one month.

But don’t think it was love at first side, or we realize that we are twin. No way! She

I was looking at her in Goa thinking: OMG! From where this crazy girl appear? Is she going to be my roommate for the next month? Uh! She’s mad! She rent a car in India to come to Goa. Jesus! What are all those crazy stories from the south, running to catch the train, the bus, the plan, buying extremely cheap cloths, having a loooot of Indian friends?? Weird.

She was looking at me, when we met again, when I shift here, like: OMG! She will be my roommate for the next month??? Uh! I prefer Tulsi – the girl in who’s place I came. What’s wrong with this girl? She brought an iron with her? She is not eating eggs from the street. She is so “fify”.

This is how our “relationship” started. ) It didn’t promise too many things, but still who cares? It is only for less than one month.

I don’t know when and how come, maybe the messy or who knows ) make us know better.

And the thing is that now people are thinking that we are sisters. There are some that are saying we are twin )

We are the same ) We plan to come back home early and to clean the bathroom, but we always are extreamly late, but almost at the same time ) And when we meet we always start laughing nobody can understand why, but we know very well why. We are the same )

We are pressing the snooze button during more than one hour every morning asking for more time to sleep coz we went to sleep damn late once again. And we promise every morning that we come back early and go to sleep before 12. Yeah right! And the night is coming and .. we reach home after 12 again )

During the day we are sending emails to each other asking if the other one felt asleep already ) Or how wet is , not with the monsoons.

Well, and the time pass and it is been almost 2 months since we share the same room, habits, sometime bags and food.

I’m cooking cakes and she is saying on facebook that I’m burning the flat, but she is always eating all my cakes. I’m saying that I don’t what to eat any more sweets, but I’m eating her biscuits.

We go together on midnight at McDonald’s to eat ice cream. We jump and cross the highway like crazy! We wash cloths everyday!!! and planning new things to do – like going for the KFC’s Browny Ice cream.

She is here near me planning her trip to the North and complaining that she don’t want to go back to Argentina. As I know her so far… I’m not going to have a new roommate soon. She is not going back to her country. At least, not yet.

Ladies and gentlemen….. I have the honer to present you my twin sister!!! Marilina!!!

Here we are! In a auto rickshaw going to a party!  Didn’t we look like twin?

Big day today! Is her birthday! Feliz cumpleanos gemela! Que todos tus deseos se hagan realidad!

And this goes for you!

My way from home till office

This post is about rickhaws so I will start aswering the famous questions: What’s that?

Well, a ricksh, or ricksha, or rickshaw or auto rickshaw (this is the full real name) is an Indian car that is used for travelling into the city/village everywhere in India. It is a small car that doesn’t have windows, or door, don’t ask me how they manage it on monsoons because I don’t have yet an answer, but you can remember me after the rain starts (yes! they where lying me, the rain is not yet here ) and I will tell you.

It is very easy and very cheap to travel by ricksh and the distances here are measured in rupees (the Indian currency) ricksh. 20-30 min walking is 10 rps (rupees) ricksh, so it is quite affordable. 65 rps = 1 eur. 15 rps = 1 ron.

In a city in which the public transport is very bad traveling by ricksh is the best thing that they can have.

This is the famous Indian car:

Today was one of those days when I waked up rested ready to start a new week. Yeah, Yeah Yeah, today it is Wednesday, and what? I can start the week when ever I want, no? It is just a pattern (check this: link to lets forget about rules).

I left home at the same impossible time: just a little bit after 9. Since I shift to Yogeshwari I’m very close to office – 25 rps rickshaw. Quite affordable, but after 9 usually it takes me almost one hour to find a ricksh, thing that at 8 o’clock takes me 5 min, and other 5 min to be at work. Cool, no?

But today I was lucky! In 5 min I found a rickshaw. and not any kind a rickshaw, this was special.

No, No, I’m not mad. This rickshaw was really nice.

Nice? A rickshaw? Yeah right! What else.

I know you don’t believe me, I don’t believe it e, more when I remember my first ride on ricks: on my 3rd day here the guy from TCS flat put me in a ricksh with unknown destination and I was trying to don’t touch too much the rickshaw to don’t pick a skin illness. After this weird combination between: amazing, awful and smelling trip I arrive home and the first thing I did was taking a shower to kill all the bacterias. Yes! with my Romanian shower gel with caramel flavor.

Ok, ok, laugh break, especially for Indian people.

I know it is very funny when you hear this when you grow up in this country, or at least you’ve been here, but… when you are here for the first time, especially if you come from Europe, you think there are a lot of illnesses there on the street waiting for you like people are waiting for the bus or train. Like this:

Enough with the break, lets go back to my morning rickshaw.

Well, My morning rickshaw was new, clean, without shocking music, the driver was quiet.

Believe me or not, this rickshaw has an electronic meter. Yes! An electronic meter special for auto rickshaws!!! Asking electronic meter for taxis it’s already toooo much, but for rickshaws, I never thought it is possible. But, it is!! And it is very cool, it shows you the exactly money that you have to pay (yes, it starts with 9 , not with 10 like normal meters) and also the distance and waiting time!! My batteries were over, but I promise I will keep my camera with me to do photos next time

I figure out that that from home till office there quite more than 4 km. That means like going from Tatarasi (2 baieti) till University, or from home till last station of Tatarasi – Piata Chirila – 15 min by tram. It is not so much. For home it is, you cannot walk that distance, more if it is from my home (aka Dancu), but here it’s not so much. 4 km from a city that has almost 100 from north to south…