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R\u0103t\u0103cesc prin sate de c\u00e2tiva ani deja, \u00eenghe\u021b\u00e2nd iarna \u0219i fugind vara de c\u00e2ini agresivi. Via\u021ba nu e amuzant\u0103 c\u00e2nd e\u0219ti un c\u00e2ine al str\u0103zii. \u0218i eu sunt un c\u00e2ine al str\u0103zii.<\/p>\n
I have been wandering around villages for a few years already, freezing in the winter, running from other aggressive dogs in the summer. Life is no fun if you are a street dog. I am a street dog.<\/p>\n
Time by time I managed to find some nice people, some warmer place where I could stay for a night or two, but more often I was curled up in the blanket of fallen leaves. Time by time I found another four-legged friend, but more often I was hunted by one\u00a0of my own kind. Until things happened. There is a white building among other grey and brown, which was abandoned for a while since the owner died. It was just a while. The days were long and sunny, when people were working on this place – repairing it, and when the nights became more aggressive, strangers came.
\nTheir smell did not boded anything good, smell of nothing I would know. Yet they threw me a bit of bread. I did my rounds around the\u00a0villages, sniffing around houses, shops and bus stops to find something to eat,\u00a0and every time when I came to this old-new house, I got a piece of this or a handful of that. Why should I go anywhere far, when I have food just right here?![\"img_1955-small\"](\"http:\/\/evs.curbadecultura.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/IMG_1955-\u2013-small-300x225.jpg\")
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Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd am g\u0103sit oameni inimo\u0219i \u0219i culcu\u0219uri c\u0103lduroase unde am stat pentru o noapte sau dou\u0103, dar cel mai adesea mi-am petrecut nop\u021bile \u00eenvelindu-m\u0103 cu frunze c\u0103zute. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd am mai g\u0103sit c\u00e2te un prieten patruped, dar cel mai adeasea am fost h\u0103ituit de cei de felul meu. P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd lucrurile s-au schimbat. Exist\u0103 o cl\u0103dire alb\u0103 printre at\u00e2tea gri \u0219i maronii, care a fost abandonat\u0103 odat\u0103 ce proprietarul a murit. Nu mult dup\u0103, c\u00e2nd zilele au devenit lungi \u0219i \u00eensorite, c\u00e2nd oamenii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 lucreze aici – s\u0103 o repare, iar c\u00e2nd nop\u021bile au devenit mai lungi \u0219i neprietenoase, str\u0103inii au venit. Mirosul lor nu prevestea nimic bun, un miros pe care nu-l cuno\u0219team. \u0218i totu\u0219i mi-au aruncat o bucat\u0103 de p\u00e2ine. Am f\u0103cut ture \u00eemprejurul satului, adulmec\u00e2nd case, magazine, sa\u021bii de autobus \u00een c\u0103utarea a ceva de m\u00e2ncare \u0219i de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd am venit la casa asta nou\u0103-veche am primit c\u00e2te una-alta. De ce a\u0219 mai pleca altundeva c\u00e2nd am m\u00e2ncare chiar aici?<\/p>\n
I fought for my place in front of the white house with its grey fence.\u00a0I made an alliance with an other dog to keep this rich and juicy place just for us. I grey as a shadow, he black as a night, no dogs could cross our line made of growling and bared teeth. And the people inside got used to us. They thought we are protecting them and their property. How foolish. How useful.<\/p>\n
The people. I am talking about them as they are still the same. They are not. It has already happened
\nseveral times that one left and another came. There are completely new hands giving me food\u00a0now. And yes, no plural, no us, one day my black mate disappeared. One friend less, three friends more.<\/p>\n
M-am luptat pentru locul meu \u00een fa\u021ba por\u021bii casei albe cu gard gri. Am f\u0103cut o alian\u021ba cu un alt c\u00e2ine pentru a p\u0103stra acest loc bogat doar pentru noi. Eu, sur ca o umbr\u0103, el negru ca noaptea, nici un alt c\u00e2ine nu putea trece de bariera noastr\u0103 de m\u00e2r\u00e2ituri \u0219i din\u021bi dezgoli\u021bi. \u0218i oamenii din\u0103untru s-au obi\u0219nuit cu noi. Ei credeau c\u0103 \u00eei protej\u0103m pe ei \u0219i proprietate lor. C\u00e2t de prostesc, dar c\u00e2t de util.<\/p>\n
Oamenii, de\u0219i vorbesc despre ei de parc\u0103 ar fi aceea\u0219i, ei nu sunt. S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat deja de c\u00e2teva ori ca unii s\u0103 plece \u0219i al\u021bii s\u0103 vin\u0103. Sunt cu totul alte m\u00e2ini cele ce m\u0103 hr\u0103nesc acum. \u0218i da, nu vorbesc la plural c\u0103ci \u00eentr-o zi amicul meu negru a disp\u0103rut. Un prieten mai pu\u021bin \u0219i trei \u00een plus.<\/p>\n
They allowed me to stay inside the grey fence. So here I am, barking on everything and anything, what moves behind the barrier. It used to be me out there in the pitch-black cold, but not anymore. Now I am not barking to protect my food, now I am protecting Them. And their property. And our feelings. If I quit, they will have no reason to keep me and I will end up on the street again. Rather no voice than that. Rather no voice than no hands to stroke me or no bowl full of food. Rather no voice than no trips together, rather be muted than without warm bed. And rather no food than to leave them. I will never leave them.<\/p>\n
Oamenii mi-au permis s\u0103 stau \u00een interiorul gardului gri. A\u0219adar uite-m\u0103 aici l\u0103tr\u00e2nd la orice mi\u0219c\u0103 \u00een spatele gardului. Pe vremuri eram eu acolo \u00een \u00eentuneric \u0219i frig, dar nu mai sunt. Acum nu mai latru ca s\u0103 \u00eemi protejez m\u00e2ncarea, acum latru pentru a-i proteja pe ei \u0219i proprietatea lor. \u0218i sentimentele noastre. Dac\u0103 renun\u021b\u0103 ei nu vor mai avea motive s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 \u0219i voi fi din nou pe str\u0103zi. Mai bine \u00eemi pierd glasul dec\u00e2t s\u0103 pierd m\u00e2inile care m\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u0103ie \u0219i care \u00eemi umplu bolul cu m\u00e2ncare. Mai bine \u00eemi pierd glasul dec\u00e2t s\u0103 pierd plimb\u0103rile \u00eempreun\u0103, mai bine s\u0103 fiu mut\u0103 dec\u00e2t f\u0103r\u0103 un pat cald. \u0218i mai bine stau fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103 dec\u00e2t f\u0103r\u0103 ei. \u0218i nu-i p\u0103r\u0103sesc.<\/p>\n
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50 Shades<\/em> se afl\u0103 \u00een Rom\u00e2nia de c\u00e2nd se \u0219tie \u0219i a \u021binut companie voluntarilor SEV din patru proiecte g\u0103zduite de Curba de Cultur\u0103<\/strong> p\u00e2n\u0103 acum, \u00eent\u00e2lnind voluntari din Fran\u021ba, Polonia, Estonia, Italia \u0219i Cehia.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"