FIRST DAY

Written by Maria Popistasu

My work is great, it’s an elementary job. Second grade. I don’t say this in comparison to what the others do but to the allusion jobs I have practiced in the last year. That is acting less anyway. But today I did my job. Without glamour, without any dramatic moments or genius ones, I was doing my job. I wasn’t writing for magazines, I wasn’t painting cows or choosing faucets.
Great this house where we are shooting…as the crew is concerned, the people are relaxed and positive without outbreaks, as I like it the best. Everyone doing his work.
I got home a little bit tired, with my knees hurting and full of bugs nested at the joints.
I say this because I am convinced it is true especially because of last night’s dream.
Dream.
We are shooting in the house from pescarul and I was in the middle of an allergic crisis caused by all the dust from that house. I am convinced that there are bugs and dust that can lead to some diseases. The bugs with their curly haircut and perfectly waxed. They, I got an inflammation and somehow at the wrist of my arms I had small colonies of bugs trying to disturb my work that gives so much satisfaction.

Okey maria, see you tomorrow at 8 a.m. with the scene with the spy-hole.
How what spy-hole?
That one with the mirror on the other side.
Hahaha!
Good night

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