Psychoanalysis (A Tales from New Bucharest short story)
It was kind of strange and it was too fast the transformation that the place used to be known as Vama Veche went through, now named Nueva Frontera, turned out to be one of the most sophisticated sea side resorts. The entire old village and most its structures were razed to the ground and now sand took over everything. It was the largest artificially build beach in Europe. Some of the oldest and most respected ventures were actually moved in the 2500 meters tower that seemed to be floating above the water. The only one I remember was Elga’s Punk Rock Hotel, they took both buildings, plus the garden plus the beautifully painted wall and placed it on one of the upper levels of the spiral tower.
Nueva Frontera was now at around 500 meters from the beach carefully anchored. There was a wooden passage way with many ramifications that lead to the main elevator of the imposing structure. From what I remember they did a time-lapse of the entire process, it took them only one year from day one to the end to remodel the entire resort.
It was kind of weird to walk on that beach with nothing familiar left for me to linger on. All my memories were sunken in a place that no longer existed and a river of nostalgia in which small bytes of pain were swimming was ready to drown me.
The sea was more beautiful than ever was absolutely sublime. It sent me into a stream of vivid memories of times when I was innocent, of places in which I was building sand castles with no worries to cloud my mind.
I have flashes when my living and in good health parents used to lose me on a crowded beach. I was hiding in the clothes of other children. The only thing that gave me way and made them found me was the fluffy chunk of bright blonde hair.
I love and always loved to swim, to go as far away as possible. In water I was like a dolphin enjoying almost endless plains of water. I used to wanders as far from the shore as far as possible, then to be hurled back by the life guards.
In my teenage and post teenage years I used to pick up girls, take them under clear sky gazing at the stars and enjoying them in the most non-human way possible. The thing was that the next day I wouldn’t even remember their names. Yeah, I know I was an asshole during those years a troubled fucked up cocky bastard.
There in Vama Veche was also the place where I broke up with my first girlfriend, I don’t know why but I even remember the exact date, it was the 9th of august 2009.
Right now I was readying myself to jump from 1000 meters into the clear sea, to feel the short flight clearing my darkest thoughts and to purify myself from the past. I was getting ready to start something new, to guide my every action in a totally different way than the ones I used to. I was ready to embrace my full potential as a creator.
The first night and last night spent in the crowded wooden rooms at Elga’s Punk Rock Hotel made me understand the journey from child to teenager to adult. It was rough I was bumpy it was a true nightmare but I got here and I was ready to move on, I was ready to start a new chapter, a new flame to shine stronger than all others combined.
I was ready to embrace my choices and to prove that being your own puppet master is the way to go…
To be continued...
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