By Iza Deleanu
By Iza Deleanu
We run trusting the word of God, run towards a better life. We have our faith to guide us, or so we think. I am halfway through a century, but I learnt nothing. Every time I let my guard down... I am getting hurt.
I used to feel so special because of my legacy. But then everything changed. I am going back and forth between today and tomorrow.
Stop, it's time to take a break and breathe... Yes I remember. I am carrying deep down in my soul the wisdom of my grandparents, my parents and my nation. I am a Romanian with a spark for Bulgarian a little bit of Russian mixed with Italian.
My soul comes down from Babel, because I am fascinated of all the languages of the world. I love this memory; I keep it tight in my tiny hand. I love my wisdom today. All I need is to let go of the negativity. I love today.
By Iza Deleanu
We are confined to this stage: our mind. We think we're the masters of our universe, but soon we found out that we have been played. When the other masters are fighting for the same mind, our doctors called the mind involved in this decoy game: schizophrenic.
I always wonder how is possible, and why certain individuals are "blessed" with this multiple personalities game? Like one life is not enough, no you need to live ten at the speed of one. I think this is a very unique product on the market; the most you will get it's 3 in 1. But ten in one, that's above the normal.
You can have multiple experiences, without leaving your body and the most amazing thing is you can change your physical aspect and even your gender. See, no surgery needed. The most dangerous decoy is the one that want to harm others, and usually is misled by the wish of purification and the myth that if it's harming you is doing you a favor. Then is the other one that is killing you with kindness and it's telling you that no matter what it happens to you it's part of a greater design and you just have to stay low and take it as it comes.
Once I have met one that was so paranoia that everybody wants to harm her, that was barricaded in her house for years, and the relatives had to declare her insane officially and get a court order to get in her in for treatment.
It took a few times to get her in, because intuitively she knew that they want to lock her in a mental institution, so in front of the judge was playing the perfect and sane person. Until one day, when she started hurting herself. That was the moment when she officially entered in the system: long hours of therapy and faking reintegration.
The piece of advice aka wisdom: look for early signs and try to help before is too late, before kids are born and have to live under the psycho terror.
By Iza Deleanu
One, two, three this nightmare is after me. I am so scared that everybody will learn the truth: I am an impostor. I am faking my knowledge in my profession. Yes, it's true I have the theoretical knowledge, but all my work is done on instinct. Thank God, so far he stirred me right, but who knows what might happen the next time.
One, two, three this nightmare is after me. Yes, I am afraid to let go and just live... Live without being afraid that I might wake up and have no job to go to or not a roof to cover my head. I know these are bare necessities, but this is how this world started.
One, two, three this nightmare is after me. I hear my fear taking over all my rational thoughts. I have been living in a bubble, I thought I was untouchable. But then my dad passed away, and for the first time death hit so close to home, then my baby cat died and my grandmother and grandfather. Death is scary, she doesn't ask she just comes and takes, and no payments are required. She takes and takes.
One, two three, wake up! Life goes on, you will go to, when your time comes. Until then, there is still a world to discover. Maybe one day you will move to Spain. Your dad will like you to be closer to home. He loved the sea and the sun. Just live to honor his wish and discover places he wanted to visit before...
One, two, three - just break free and dare!
By Iza Deleanu
Another thought hitting the wall, and I'm resting here alone.
Today I felt left out. My face was not having the right markings to be let in the special kingdom.
It's OK, I know it will not be the last time. I must try again next month hoping to finally win this game.
Doesn't matter! So far, time is on my side and deep down I know that one day I will get in. The most important thing is to never give up!
I was born with this special gift: the gift of making fun of my surroundings, the gift of resilience.
Anyway, I had my first victory. One of my stories back home got the chance of a lifetime: it got to be played on a contest of drama. My ego just got a boost. This is the sign that my gift matters.
I am broke, but in my imaginary world, I'm not! I can be whoever I want, but I always end up making fun of myself.
Thank you, my Lord, for the gift of laughter and the gift of writing.
I will not give up. As long as I live, I will continue as Sisif to carry this rock up against the world. One day I will reach the peak and finally die happy because I fulfilled my mission and I have used Ty gifts.
By Iza Deleanu
Life, what's so special about it? It was given to us and in return we make excuses.
We always argue that life is unfair, and we can fulfill our mission.
Between the lines, we blame life for our failures, but how is life responsible for all of our choices? Take for example myself; instead of studying for my exam, I am wasting my time listening to the TV and writing this story.
Since early morning I've been pushing myself to open the book...
So far, I washed the dishes, yup the old style, by hand, I cooked the meals for next week, drunk a couple of useless coffees, did some laundries, placed some orders for buying veggies with my husband ( he is my skip to the grocery store guy), and of course, I had some love-hate games with my kitties.
It's 8.46 pm, and I have not read a line. So, tell me how is life responsible for my wasted time?
| Author Notes | In Canada, we have a service and an app for delivering food from restaurants called Skip the dishes, that's where the reference for the grocery guy comes. |
By Iza Deleanu
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
Live every day as if it is the last. Now this is what I am trying to do. Yes, Sir! This is my new mantra. We live in doomsday and we need to rack our brains to find a meaning as we know it. I found mine: just live, damn it!
Today I went to the forbidden land, THE BEACH. I am confined in my province, and I am tired of doing my vacation on the balcony. I am not a canary. I convinced my friend to drive me to Pigeon Lake. I snuck out and told a white lie to my husband. Otherwise he will not let me leave the house; you know Coronella and all. I told him that I am spending my day with my friend going to Elk Island.
One of the biggest outbreaks after the reopening happened on one of the beaches of Sylvan Lake. Well, we went close to home: one hour drive to Ma-Me-Mo Beach. Yup, it was crowded and hard to park, but I said a little prayer and God found us a parking spot for the car and for us. Somehow, we manage to keep the distance from other people and have the best of all: we stayed in the shade but also close to the water.
I think my dad will be proud of me. I kept my word: I lived the moment and even dared to swim in the cold water. The moral of the story: dare to live and fulfill a promise.
| Author Notes |
From Wikipedia: Ma-Me-Mo Beach it's Cree words for "place of many shore birds". Ma-Me-O Beach, Alberta, is a summer village located on the southeast shore of Pigeon Lake, in Alberta, Canada. It is located approximately 100 km southwest of Edmonton.
I took the picture myself, I think this place is my corner of Paradise nowadays. |
By Iza Deleanu
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My words, your word, we all play with them. We use them to make allies or enemies. One word can bring life, and another death.
"Let it be light" and a new era started. We made mistakes, and that is how we discovered many things. Now we went against you.
Father, can you forgive us? I know our words are sometimes unworthy. You kept yours. I thank you for grace.
By Iza Deleanu
We move in circles up and down. When we get a good job we move up in the circle. The moment we are losing it... we get down. Our entire life is based on the up and down principle jumping from one circle to the next. Even when we are part of the same family we still live in parallel circles.
The saddest part of this circle theory is that some of us don't ever get the chance to escape their circle. They end up living with the same condition of agony confined to a chair or a bed. The only time when they get a change inside their circle is when the "light" goes down. Then there are prayers that are said to move that poor soul up, finally losing that earthly grim circle to the one upstairs, the El Dorado for all Christians.
Up and down, circles crushing around. I have been blessed with a chance to jump from one circle to the next, the only constant being that I am always making the same mistake: trusting my fellow human. As soon as I let the empathy to cross my circle, I am doomed! I immediately fall one circle down starting from zero. It's like someone purposely presses the reset button. Now, I perfectly understand the dilemma of that poor Greek Sisyphus. I am like him pushing my zero aka restart condition with the hope that one day I will reach El Dorado.
By Iza Deleanu
We always had this special class among us: angels and demons following in a strange way the hierarchy from heaven.
Most of our bosses are angels in disguise when they need us. When they don't, they throw us under the bus, no sweating lost.
Look at our kids: they all start as little angels, but in the process some of them become bullies aka demons tormenting the ones that have been told to be good and turn the other cheek.
There is a third category the shifters. These are the ones that are the real chameleons of power and manipulation.
By Iza Deleanu
I know I'm not a Saint, but sometimes I just wish to stop living for others and just live for me.
We get into this life with no expectation and the moment we stepped out from our mother's womb, people start pilling expectations on our shoulders.
The parents want us extra smart, so every penny they get invest in our private education. They give us the best and expect the same when the rate of returns come.
The grandparents expect you to do everything that their kids never accomplished, so you have to repay the debt.
The teachers want you to go to all these international contests and as every subject.
Then if you get a girlfriend or boyfriend, they expect you to treat them as Prince or Princess, to execute every whim with no question asked.
Then you get married and you are expected to execute everything without complaining.
The kids grow up, leaves the best, and you end up sick and forgotten. You expect nothing. Nobody has time for you, you have nothing to offer. You are left like a broken shell by the road. You have nothing left to offer. You close your eyes and think: now I can live for myself, finally!
Death knocks at your door: " you are a too late friend. You are expected upstairs."
Crying you protest:" I live my life for others, I try to fulfill all the expectations, except my own. I am sharing this with my dear reader because I want to know this: Please, stop living your life for others and live for yourself for once! You will be more appreciated, trust me."
By Iza Deleanu
How come brilliant minds are ending up in misery? I just heard about a prestigious university professor that ended up in a homeless center.
I live with one, so I know most of them are walking with their heads in the clouds and all they think about is work. Sometimes I have to unplug and reprogram him into the real family world.
I always use this excuse, that there it's an amazing life outside work. Even God rested on the seven days.
When you just work and work, without a break you blow a fuse. Just imagine not having a family to sustain and break the cycle.
Do you think that the life-work balance thing is just a concept on paper?
Please, work with measure and appreciate the treasure that God gave you. Do I want to be brilliant? Nope! I just want to be a normal human being to respect the life that God gave us and to do my part.
By Iza Deleanu
What's the secret of happiness? Does anyone know how long it lasts? I surely don't!
No matter how hard I try to keep my eyes shut, the moment I open them and I blink, it's gone! All I know is that I can induce happiness every time I feel close to the brink of losing my sanity.
What's happiness for me?
The joy to watch a drop of dew that gently sparkles on a rose.
Happiness is that carefree emotion, when I walk on a shore. Happiness is the fresh smell of green after the rain.
Happiness is me escaping to a different country and enjoying the culture.
Happiness is getting back to my roots, seeing my family and visiting the graves of my loved one.
All of these moments sometimes come for free, other times you have to work hard to get it.
We were born happy, but then we started to want things and we lost our true selves and replaced with sensations that are cheap imitation of the real thing.
Now I am old and I'm getting closer to that innocence from the beginning and with it, I finally remember: Happiness is God. When we leave our material wishes aside freed from that burden, happiness embraces us freely.
If you want to be happy, look into your heart. Search for that glimpse of the fire that God left inside your soul, enjoy the silence and let the happiness wash you like the purest ocean.
Until you find the balance, try to be happy with what you have. Or as they say, keep calm and be happy!
By Iza Deleanu
What are the blessings of my life? The biggest blessing is my faith; I was born in it and it growed up with me.
Another blessing is the challenges that my life through in front of me. They made me stronger and resilient.
Another blessing is my family, we are not perfect but we manged to keep united.
Another blessing are my kitties. They made me more sensitive and easy going. They are funny, smart and playful and made me forget about problems and hardship.
In conclusion count your blessings and walk straight, any challenge it's an opportunity.
By Iza Deleanu
Fighting between the lines: one contains hope, the other despair. No matter how strong we are, sooner or later, we fall between those lines.
Sometimes we choose one or the other deliberately. An example is when we jump ahead in a strange situation hoping for the best. Other times, we choose the opposite: hmmm... let's play a little bit of demoiselle in distress for artistic impression. All is fair in love and and square in love
Our life between the lines... we are so lucky to have it. So why not try our best between the lines?
| Author Notes | Thank you LittleBoogie for your superb piece of art, I think it makes my story whole. |
By Iza Deleanu
2019 a year that I lost so much and gained ... so much. Life left me for a while, and then came back, stronger. My dad was fighting a bad cancer since 2016. I know, please bear with me, I promise this will not be another sad cancer story... I know there's nothing new under the sun, but when it hits home, it feels like the end of the world. Around the same time, my baby cat, Pisa, got sick too. They both fought to be with selfish me into the last moments.
I am not going to focus on the negative, but on what happened after. The best gift that God can offer you it's a pair of kitties, after your beloved ragdoll passed away. I think this was a miracle. Those babies come into my life virtually on September, before my girl and dad decided to move to a happier place.
Coincidence or not, on that day I decided to browse my Facebook page. One of my teachers that is a foster mom for cats, posted an announcement to find this cat that ran away. She was pregnant and was supposed to have the babies in a week. The neighbours organized a search party, and she put cameras everywhere in the neighborhood. After one week, one of the cameras caught her getting under a porch. There she was with two babies one week old. They had to tear that porch apart so they can get the mommy and the babies back to safety.
God knows how much I prayed for those babies to be safe. Don't get me wrong. I loved my Pisa and I wanted her to be with me forever... but there where signs that she couldn't stay with me as planned. The moment I saw those tigers my heart skipped a beat and I had an instant virtual connection. I was watching all the posts about them with huge interest, and secretly I was hoping to convince my husband to take those kids too.
On October 18, 2019, my dad passed away. I was devastated, but again, there was a little miracle. God helped me to find a ticket for the next day and allowed me to see him before they put him in the ground. The moment I saw him, I felt again God's blessing. My dad seemed to be asleep and content that I was there. He started to smile. Don't ask me how, but everybody noticed that.
I returned to Canada, and Pisa did everything she could to be by my side, until one day she couldn't. I was in school taking a night class, when my husband called me to tell me that she was very sick and couldn't eat anymore. I asked him to take her to the vet. I hoped until the last moment that a miracle would happen. But the same way, as with my dad, God had a different plan. They both suffered so much for the past years that decided to take her too. It was 15, November 2019, I felt like I died too.
Initially I said that I don't want another cat, and obviously I couldn't have another dad! Then I felt that God wants me to save those two brothers. So, I called and applied for their adoption. In two weeks, they become part of my family. My friend, when a door is closed, God opens a new one just to show you his immense love and support.
The Wisdom of the day: in your worst hour, remember Jesus. He prayed and gave his lives for us, and I know for sure that will never let us sink. All we must do is trust His hand and come back to life. There are lots of pages in your book that await to be filled with new adventures. My fake Bengalis are filling this chapter of my life with joy and hope. As I slowly grow older, my spirit gets younger and wants to conquer new worlds. Just make the sign of cross, and jump; adventure ahead, my kitties!
| Author Notes | The collage of pictures are taken by me: my Bengali, Pisa and the adventure that awaits:) |
By Iza Deleanu
Connectivity, responsibility going hand in hand with integrity. Some are old values, and then are some that changed their meaning in the past years getting a more social "display." Here is where we can add to the non-sense of our century, the piece of the puzzle called - CONNECTIVITY! What does it means? Lately, it means to stay in touch via social media, to share some powerful emotions on a different level. Before our times, the same word meant two pieces coming together through some kind of joint.
So what do we do when we are bored? The smarty pants of this planet have taken our daily words and changed the context and the meaning. From my humble observations, here are some examples of distorted meanings: social distancing, to linger in the air, speaking moistly, six feet apart (hm, how much is in meters?), essential... worker, flattening ... the curve. And these are just some examples that automatically took over the languages over the world through a unifying pan-demic.
| Author Notes |
More about connectivity here:
https://www.etymonline.com/word/connect |
By Iza Deleanu
What can we say about life and death matters? Have you ever been in the vicinity of someone that is preparing to die? Trust me is not a beautiful scene. My mom stood next to my grandmother when she passed away. The process of going on the other side is very painful. My grand-mother stayed between life and death for three days. First she refused to eat, then she refused to drink, and she said that she just wants to sleep because is very tired.
Then she stopped to talk. The moment that death approached, she started to smile, like finally she has got the answer to all her prayers.
In Romania, once your kids are out of the house and married, the old parents are starting to prepare for their death. They buy the place where they are going to be buried, build the grave and even erect the cross and put a picture with no date of course.
I think in a way we are close to the ancient Pharos. My grandparents bought everything that was needed for the funeral, all the clothing, shoes and left a note for each towel that supposed to go to a certain person and priest and to the people who were going to carry their coffin to the cemetery. They put lots of money aside for their memorials: and we have a lot to do so we can ensure that they end in a good place and that they will not be hungry. One week, then nine days, then three weeks, three months, six months, nine months and one year.
After they die, we leave a cup filled with water for forty days and candles. Also every day we give away hot food. They are saying that the soul of the reposed comes to drink water and also eat the food that we give for the remembrance of their name.
For all of these dates we give away for their souls, food, drinks, cups, plate's sweets, see exactly like in ancient Egypt. And every time we call a priest to bless the food and the grave.
Next week is my one year father memorial and my grandmother six month memorial. My mom will do a better job than me with these rituals, but I will pay my respects the best I can. She is in Romania with my sister, over there we have an entire "death industry" aka dedicated stores for the commemoration where you find everything you need.
I organized a memorial service at my adoptive church, and I will prepare a koliva, a bottle of wine and after the religious service we will go for dinner. This part is complicated because of Covid. People will might not want to come, but is okay. Whoever wants to come, will come.
My biggest fear is that I am here and have no kids of my own to do all these rites of passing for me. I wonder if I will ever find peace. My grandmother used to say, to give away free food anytime I can for the remembrance of my soul, preferably to poor people.
Now, my dear reader, life and death are complicated matters.
| Author Notes | Koliva it's a pearl wheat desert that is part of the ritual of commemorating the dead. The picture represents this sweet dish which is mandatory. |
By Iza Deleanu
Sometimes we have some dumb moments, and we are not proud of it. For example, any girl when she is in love plays the mirror game. If until then, she didn't give a damn about how she looked, suddenly the mirror becomes the Oracle of Delphi.
I know all of this is because of Eve and her apple. See, this is why I love smartphones. Okay, let's go back to the mirror section. Once a girl is in love, she wants to be the most beautiful person in the world. Yup, we are vain like that, most beautiful outside because inside is the void... I hope you remember: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what I'm loning for!"
Bad news, girl, no matter how much mascara you are putting on you, the fake can get you only so far if you don't have it. We forget that we have alternatives, and we very well know that beauty is not forever. God gave all of us beauty inside our souls. All humans have this inside them, but some of us decided to leave it dormant forever!
What I discovered is that we are beautiful, but we are too clumsy to show it. Once we let that beauty from inside to shine, our perspective changes. We don't care anymore about the mortal beauty because what surfaces is much better and is a gift that never fades.
So, my pretties, don't worry, let that light shine, and it will act as a beacon in finding your real prince, and not Mr. Frog-enstein.
By Iza Deleanu
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
When we need to write a literary autobiography, the vast majority of us are starting with this amazing grace, pardon me, sentence: "I am writing since I was ten..." and then you lose your literary recruiter, because he is putting your application away mumbling, oh, my God, another one with the childhood syndrome drama.
It's like when you go to a job interview, and they ask you that stupid question: "Tell me something about yourself!" and you hear stuff like this: "I am an excellent father of three, I like golfing and reading." If you look closely at the recruiter's face, he is already drawing doodles on the interview page. In his mind, there is already misjudgment: proud dad, he will be late for work or staying home because the kids are sick and play golf element, he is an ass kisser, lots of talks and zero work!
What's the correct approach? Duh, they want to know how you qualify for that job and don't give a shit about your family history, not in North America! Try to work outside the country for a couple of years. When you come back and apply for jobs, they treat you like you are zero. How is it possible to forget all your skills and expertise just because you work in... Japan?! For God's sake, I was working. I bring over lots of technical skills, and I know Japanese.
So don't put the childhood passion in your resume. You need a shocking element that shakes them and is bringing the wow effect. I know you don't want to lie, but you are a writer for God's Sake, and a little bit of imagination is part of your trademark. I realize this trick the hard way. So here goes my New Year resolution and the catchy phrase of my profile: "Master of words, juggling concepts, that's me the new prototype of a writer," and then a dramatic pause and let the words sink in! Good Luck, my fellow writer.
| Author Notes | The images area compilation from Google. |
By Iza Deleanu
Don't look at me! I am sinking! In a couple of years, I will reach half of a century, but my wisdom is still young, or as some people are saying, still green! Usually, when you get to this point, normal people like to do the "Oscar Ceremony" and pull a wonderful and super long list of achievements.
Mine bro, is going to be super short, and without a ceremony. Maybe I will keep the Prosecco section, because in the rhythm I am dancing with my Visa, there will be no champagne.
My list would include achievements like:
Crazy enough to go and study abroad with a language I learnt from TV.
Crazy enough to believe in love at first sight, and cross the Atlantic Ocean.
Crazy enough to go back to school and get a new degree, so I can get a better job.
Crazy enough to choose to go to an Ukrainian church , instead of a Romanian.
Crazy enough to have illegal cats, despite the no Pet Policy "Redbull".
Crazy enough to travel by myself to Victoria and celebrate my birthday at a new place.
Crazy enough to write in English with my crapenstein grammar, and even roll the dice in a couple of contests outside Fan Story
The biggest accomplishment: staying alive, despite my crazy impulse to put myself in danger
So, yeah these are my achievements and a couple of friends, which I had the honor and privilege to have their support in my crazy adventures. This is my life, for better or worse, I have lived to the fullest, so no regrets!
By Iza Deleanu
Life moves on, with me or without me. Tonight I am going to take a step back... and remember. Do you remember how everything started? God sent you into your parents life to bring joy and happiness. Who said that being a child is an easy task? We came into our parent's life with so many expectations and dreams.
We go through so much starting with day one. With the first cry our quiet life is over. We first learn to eat, to recognize faces, to smile, to hold fingers, to listen and then we babble our words back to our parents. They teach us how to walk and are over the moon when we walk and talk for the first time. They take our pictures, and proudly hang them on the walls within their house.
We go to school, they spend time helping us to study and become responsible. Sometimes we make them sad with our choices, but then they support us no matter what. Then the time comes when they have to return back to our heavenly Father. We weep and feel lost. But they become our Guardian Angels and guide our steps from above.
My advice: respect and love your parents, teach your kids and grandkids to be good and trust God, and live with joy and harmony.
By Iza Deleanu
We branched out, evolving from picking the fruits to hunters and agriculture. The moment we discovered the fire we started to enjoy life: slow... cooking, warmth in the winter. Then we domesticated the animals and that gave us sure food, no more running after the wild goose.
We evolved so much, that now we are going backward: instead of talking to each other, we are using emojis to express our feelings. We go to lunches with our phones. We forgot how to be human and have no clue how to talk to each other or be empathic.
Can we say that evolution now is a revolution? Nope! Life goes in circles, and there is no wonder that we will go back to the cave stage. Evolution -- involution, are you ready for the challenge?
By Iza Deleanu
Welcome! Here is the Eldorado! Well, this was my first thought when I have landed here. Oooo, Canada... However, as soon, as you are landing all the problems come rushing towards you!
"Do you need a place to say? There is no problem. You can rent... but do you have the money? "
"Well, I was thinking to get a job, and... You know..."
"Well, I know, but money first, and after that a place for renting!"
"Fair enough! In your head, you thank God for that 10 000-dough policy to immigrate to Canada, otherwise, you could end frozen under a bridge. You dumb ass, why were you in such a rush to come in freaking December, couldn't you wait until summer. Why the heck did you rush here in the middle of nowhere in the land of Frozen more than 6 months per year."
Of course, you have no idea that nothing you have done before counts! Your life starts from zero. Frankly, it does not matter that you are not a young lad anymore. After all, nobody pushed you to jump in that transcontinental plain, to sell everything, leave all sorrows, hopes and think that you are going to be successful based on your professional integrity and morals. You wanted a new beginning, a chance to prove to the world and to yourself that you are in control of your destiny. Welcome, and leave all your aspirations behind because here you are like a newborn baby! The moment you cross the customs your odyssey starts without delay.
Your momma trained you well. The first rule of survival: find shelter, then food, and finally but not the last thing on your do-to list, is to find a job.
Now here is how your troubles/sorrow starts. The first obstacle is finding a job: apply on-line! Well, as a good citizen, you do that, following all the requested steps. At the end of the day, you have 100 accounts, 100 passwords, and a huge headache! All the career counselors have told you that after you apply on-line for a job is better to follow up with a phone call. What do you have to lose? You are doing that, and surprise the so-called recruiter/talent acquisition has no idea what are you talking about! After listening to your request, they finally agree to have with you an interview via Mr. Phone, and this just to give you false hopes, or just because they need to record in the system that they did their job that day. Here it comes, the first question:
"Have you worked before in Canada?"
"No, I just landed!"
"Landed, ha, ha, ha another dreamer", mutters the recruiter under his breath. "Well, you have first to work... anything, and after that, you can apply to any position available; or you can change your profession just by going back to school."
"Work? Yes, let's talk about it, therefore I am here, I need to work I need a job... anything? Would you help me please?"
"Well, about that, I can help you after you get some work experience, not before. You see our recruiting company is placing only people who have some work experience... the economy is kind of bad, so we need qualified people with certain skills."
Another year goes by, you have been in school, obtain another qualification; even worked for a couple of months anything, anywhere. You cannot be fussy, you just take whatever you can to meet the criteria of the recruiters and to get that precious Canadian experience. You knock again at heaven's door hoping this time to get a real job according to your old and new set of skills.
Now your head is full of dreams, and you think, I have a new qualification and I have some experience let us play this game again! Another year, another luck at least that is what they are saying in the country from where you come. Again, hundreds of resumes, hundreds of registration forms, and the result are again: zero. Now, you have the experience, but not in the field, you are applying for.
In your country, normal people have a normal childhood: first school, and after school, work. Here school is optional, first work and maybe later... some school. Can you compete with somebody who is 17 years old and have already 4 years' experience? I guess, not! So, what the hell, are you doing here? Even for the most common jobs, you must apply on-line, and of course, you are overqualified, or you are not a visible minority!"Hey, what the heck... is going up here!" Frustration is hitting the boiling point. "Hey! I am visible: I am a black and white over-educated furry! However, I have no job! I have studied, but they don't count! I have the will to do anything, but who cares? Now I look in the mirror and shout to myself: I am a joke! I was thinking that I have talent, qualifications, work experience, and maybe, maybe that I can make a difference. "Nevertheless, we are so many!" responds a voice from the choir
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I am sitting in the shadow of my ELDORADO. Where do I have to hide my failure? Back home, everybody is thinking that I have a super life! However, who knows that I am struggling between two worlds? I cannot go back because I have lost my place there. I am trying to find a place here, but nobody is taking the trouble to listen to my voice. I am one of the many. My face is wearing the marks of despair, but this is not a special mark among the locals, people like me are invisible, we are just laying in the street solid as rocks! From time to time a politician who needs votes or another celebrity who needs free, heart-breaking publicity uncover our faces to the media. Once the show is over, we go back to our permanent community: loser anonymous.
Now at the end, I have just one piece of advice to give for the future "willies" who want a piece of Eldorado:
"Guys, if you want to succeed you have to be prepared to be the "perfect...hit" in translation the perfect fit, shit - liar! Ladies and gentlemen, hypocrisy is the name of the game! The best person is lying is the best fit. A computer hires you! Can you bribe the criteria of selection? Sure, you can! Pay an expert and you are in, bro!
The beautiful words and the theories of hiring are beating one hundred percent the real person! After 9/11 the humanity has entered a new era: the era of "I have no time for you!"Twitt me, Facebook me a profile, and I MMS/Pinterest you my offer. What kind of technology is this? In my tree, we didn't have such advanced technologies. Before, we used to listen carefully to the person in front of us! We had a heart and a soul, no all we have is: "money walks equal monkey talks!" Oh! Shut up and stop complaining, we have mortgages, cars, and bills to pay! The beat of the heart is not an available currency! Take your beat and go back to your tree! No time, there is any time, for losers in this world!"
| Author Notes | That is how felt in 2009 when I moved to Canada, and unfortunately there are days when I feel the same. |
By Iza Deleanu
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