Andreea Călăraşu

“Supraviețuirea nu înseamnă că zborul e lin, înseamnă doar că avionul nu se prăbușește.”
― Laura Ionescu, Nu te găsesc pe nicăieri

“Mi-ar fi plăcut să o ascult, deși mi-e clar că nu ne putem auzi părinții decât atunci când trecem de 20 de ani. Îi auzim când nu mai sunt vocea din capul nostru, ci devin o voce din exterior. Când ne întoarcem la ei pentru că vrem, nu pentru că nu avem încotro.”
― Laura Ionescu, Nu te găsesc pe nicăieri

“Memoria insistă să folosească o singură culoare când redesenează oameni, dar dacă insiști și tu, apar și celelalte nuanțe.”
― Laura Ionescu, Nu te găsesc pe nicăieri

“Life was like being dragged through concrete in circles, wet and setting concrete that dried with each rotation of my unwilling body. As a child, I was light. It didn’t matter too much; I slid through it, and maybe it even felt like a game, like I was just playing in mud, like nothing about that slipperiness would ever change, not really. But then I got bigger and it started drying on me and eventually I turned into an uneven block, chipping and sparking on the hard ground, tearing off into painful chunks. I wanted to stay empty, like the eagle in the proverb, left to perch, my bones filled with air pockets, but heaviness found me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t shake it off; I couldn’t transform it, evaporate or melt it. It was distinct from me, but it hooked itself into my body like a parasite. I couldn’t figure out if something was wrong with me or if this was just my life—if this was just how people felt, like concrete was dragging their flesh off their bones.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji