Posted by Claudia Moser on 1:40 PM
Cred ca spumeg de furie si de frustrare. Trebuia sa fiu la aeroport acum o jumatate de ora buna si masina de serviciu este blocata in trafic si in curnad raman acasa si Ciao Italia! Doamne vreau sa plec! Si azi noapte am visat ca raman blocata intr-un aeroport, in realitate raman blocata in Timisoara :( Ce ma fac?



Imi inchipui cit trebuie sa fi fost de suparata. Se mai intimpla si de-astea in viata :-( in rest, bine ca esti sanatoasa! Cit despre vise, eu cred ca cele de noapte se "traduc" tocmai pe invers, iar cele de dimineata sint reala. Eu am visat ca mi-a citit cineva blogul si-acum incerc sa-mi amintesc daca am visat noaptea sau inspre ziua... caci, sincer, nu vreau sa il gaseasca!
Eu cred ca ai plecat, totusi! Caci visul l-ai avut in noapte....

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