Title and Illustration: Claudia Chelaru Poetry: Oana Maroti
It smells like freshly baked bread, this cloudy morning.
I was dreaming in my native language, woke up to write something in English and had a first conversation in Spanish, now I search for my French knowledge, to pass a test.
A floral scent is in the air…it´s jasmin´s turn to bloom and the orange blossom already started.
While adjusting my brain, I take a sip of dragon pearl jasmin tea and search for news and music in French, even if Today´s disposition is more towards Portuguese.
A bit of Banda do Casaco, mental coordination and gymnastics-ballet, another sip of tea, some toasts with homemade orange marmalade and my chin is up, prepared for strange recruiting questions:
-Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
-Do you believe?
-Are you a native?
… another week, I have a dream: to skip the nonsense recruiting questions in 2021.
