Malins bild- & sångpoesi i Rumänien: dag 7 - MESSAGES

I see people from my hotel window. 
I should not look. But I do. 
All those lonely people - where do they all come from?
Tourists .... Waiting for the message. Trying to survive by going far? Like me. 
Staying connected through wishes. 

Easier to be close by distans ... 

Can not stop wondering.. 
About me in on this planet. . About them with me on earth. It seams like we are all waiting for that message that will make our day.. Our life... 

What did people wait for before the phone was born? 
For marriage? 
For the spring to come? The night to pass or maybe signs from above. Many where waiting for heaven and did their best to reach forgivnes before death.

New wishes! Please message machine. Tell me who I am by responding. 

I exist! You answere me. 

Maybe this is our modern prayers. 

Those messages make us all standby, prepaired for future. Daily focus on the messages. Stronget than ever before the habit to pray. This fills our soul. And the non answere kills... 

The messages jump inside our pockets, shout in the bag, scream at night or whisper in the club. No one know the secret life arounf our personal message machines... 

A persons mood can change from one second to the other and people around have no idea about their personal communication cross the table... 

No idea... 

At the resto.
The phone is infront of all the guests like a little child to be taken care of. 

In the bus.. The phone.. In the street.. The phone.. 

The same in Greenland, Sweden, Senegal and Mongolia ... 
The phone ... 

My mongolian songteacher was strssed by all the phones he had to answere ... One for family, another for costumers.

I like my message machine as well. Waiting for that very important message. But now.. bus to the trainstation... 

Going to the hills of Maramores. 
Maybe I will forget about my phone among the old ladies with beautiful songs far away from citylife and villages. - Yes! Tomorrow I will dive into the traditions of authentic voices of Maramures.

Illustration av Malin Skinnar.