Imi plac detaliile. Imi place sa stiu nimicuri despre alti oameni, fie ei si straini. Am mers azi cu taximetristul care m-a dus si pe 3 ianuarie. Si am zambit ca avea paharul de Pepsi pe masina. A fost si si-a luat cafea „de acolo”. Pe 3, a oprit si si-a luat cafea de pe undeva din sectorul 4, si doar de acolo isi ia cafea, daca ajunge prin zona. Cafea la filtru. Si din toate parcurile ii place cel mai mult cum au decorat de sarbatori Parcul IOR. Iar baiatul lui si-a luat carnetul acum nu foarte mult timp si i-a zgariat si i-a lovit masina, dar „nu-i nimic, ca asa invata”.

Toate chestiile astea nu ma ajuta la nimic, ca azi nu am zis decat destinatia si atat. La fel cum nu ma ajuta sa stiu ca alt taximetrist e din Moldova, ca stie perfect traseul pe care l-am facut in Ceahlau cu scoala de munte pentru ca si el il facea de multe ori cand era tanar si.. ca ii plac branzoaicele si cozonacii de casa.

Si bine, toate chestiile astea nu se rezuma la taximetristi, logic. Si pe cat ma incanta sa stiu nimicurile de genul acesta in general, it’s even nicer when you know these small things about other people you spend a lot of time with. And even when I barely know someone, I like spending time and discovering them. (Although some deprive me of this small joy of mine.)

Legat de detalii, de cunoscut oamenii, era in The Story of Us, one of my favorite movies, urmatoarea replica:

There’s a history here, and histories don’t happen overnight. In Mesopotamia or Ancient Troy there are cities built on top of other cities, but I don’t want another city, I like this city. I know what kind of mood your in when you wake up by which eyebrow is higher, and you know I’m a little quiet in the morning and compensate accordingly, that’s a dance you perfect over time. And it’s hard, it’s much harder than I thought it would be, but there’s more good than bad and you don’t just give up! And it’s not for the sake of the children, but God they’re great kids aren’t they? And we made them, I mean think about that! It’s like there were no people there, and then there were people and they grew, an-an-an-and I won’t be able to say to some stranger Josh has your hands or remember how Erin threw up at the Lincoln Memorial? And I’ll try to relax, let’s face it, anybody is going to have traits that get on your nerves, I mean, why shouldn’t it be your annoying traits, and I know I’m no day at the beach, but I do have a good sense of direction so I can at least find the beach, which isn’t a weakness of yours, it’s a strength of mine. And God you’re a good friend and good friends are hard to find… Charlotte said that in Charlotte’s Web and I love how you read that to Erin and you take on the voice of Wilber the Pig with such dedication even when your bone tired. That speaks volumes about character! And ultimately, isn’t that what it comes down too? What a person is made of? That girl in the pin helmet is still here ‘bee boo bee boo’ I didn’t even know she existed until you and I’m afraid if you leave I may never see her again, even though I said at times you beat her out of me, isn’t that the paradox? Haven’t we hit the essential paradox? Give and take, push and pull, the yen the yang. The best of times, the worst of times! I think Dickens said it best, ‘He could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean’, but doesn’t really apply here does it?

Si daca tot suntem aici, I also like this part: