Sunday in the park. It's happening in Iasi, Romania. The park is called Copou and is famous and sought after by locals and tourists. I spent many pleasant days there with my wife and friends. # The park is made for walking and playing, which first caught my attention when I arrived. A little girl was playing, actually hiding behind a strange bench.

A trip and a walk.Iasi is Romania's cultural capital. Unofficially but accepted by most people in this country, this northeastern city has been very important in Romanian culture, with a strong development in the 19th century. It was even the capital of Romania at one time, when the recognized capital, Bucharest, was occupied by German troops, and the royal house and other state institutions took refuge here.

In an increasingly ugly and unbearable world, only beauty can save us. This is my opinion, which is a bit forced and not always true. It doesn't apply to everyone; everyone has their views and problems. I believe that beauty can make us forget the bad, at least for a while.

# Wednesday's walk takes me to the same park where my footsteps have pounded dozens of times before, and will hopefully continue to do so.Circus Park in Bucharest. # The Metropolitan Circus in Bucharest is housed in a building that resembles a UFO, a classic flying saucer shape, as observed and photographed since the middle of the last century. I'm not sure how real they were. In my adolescence and youth, I was fascinated by these objects. I read a lot of books, I saw a lot of movies, but now I doubt it was real.

I'm a (moderate) admirer of the past and think a lot about the future, only the near future (lately).The past cannot be changed, and the future is uncertain.I've noticed, with surprise, that I think more about the past and the future and less about the present, about the life that is happening and that I could still change.

I could call the memory box the external memory of my laptop. I take a few photos everywhere I go, whether traveling, taking a walk, or dealing with something. They keep piling up, and then they land, for safekeeping and rest, in the external memory I mentioned. Then I forget about them. When the need pushes me, I look through the folders with photos and often wonder what I find there.