Întâlnirea urmează să aibă loc în week-end-ul 26-28 februarie, într-o locaţie de excepţie, în vârful munţilor, la o oră de Cluj. Ar trebui să ne încadrăm în 300 de lei de persoană cu cazarea, masa şi fluidele pentru 2 zile, respectiv şi evident cu 150 de lei cu cele necesare pentru o zi.

Total locuri disponibile: 12-20.

Grup ţintă:

• se deduce din nume
• în plus, oamenii trebuie să aibă oareşce plăcere din a juca board game-uri

De precizat este că această întâlnire nu este destinată exclusiv clujenilor, ci, dimpotrivă, ne-am bucura să avem acolo cât mai mulţi oameni din alte oraşe.

Momentan sunt două trupe care şi-au anunţat participarea: una de clujeni şi una de bucureşteni, în frunte cu Auraş, vinovatul pentru 3ner.ro şi pentru alte proiecte interesante.

Celor interesaţi le voi furniza detalii în particular. Prin urmare, dacă vreţi să veniţi la BGNSIPWIPM, daţi un semn.

He is aware he has a gift: people tend to appreciate and respect him. Most of the times they look at him as at a leader, in daily happenings and in major/important circumstances as well.

He knows he is not modest. But if only he will be able to meet their expectations at all times…

Anyways… Somehow life often puts him in situations when he has to focus more on others’ welfare than on his own. When he has to take care of unimaginable challenges, for others to feel good. Challenges that they don’t even know about. And never will.

He says he rarely expects anything in exchange of his efforts. The biggest award is the people’s happiness and confort. When he has moments of weakness, he has very few people to talk to. Usually, they’re also far away. When he needs help, he has to reflect, get an extra pack of courage and move on. The next day, he’s back to his usual responsibilities.

He is rarely frustrated and only once or twice he said “why am i doing all these?”.

He says that for him the biggest challenge was to accept that most of the people are not selfish, but still think just about themselves. And no, they aren’t selfish. It’s just difficult to see the picture when you’re in it.

Sometimes you go home, on a 7 hour train ride, and you grab a book. It’s about pilots and airplains. And you misplace yourself in a world that is not yours and will never be, a world of aircrafts and of flying, of clouds and of driving tones of metal through the sky.

And someone near you is taking out a small handbag. He starts tearing up the old unuseful papers he kept, thinking he will need them someday. He tears them up in a rythmic move, like a ritual, for half an hour. After the noise stops you realize he’s breathing rarely and deeply, making a sound that just grabs you out of your book.

‘I am a deep person’, you say to yourself. ‘I read books about worlds I dream of, I try to understand people I will never meet, so i can learn from their stories. But what can I say about this man here? Eventhough he’s ignorant enough not to realize he’s disturbing my reading with his noice and sounds, he surely has a dream of his, a story to tell.’

You smile to him. And he greets you back, with a robotic voice. You’re surprised by the new sound, you never heard that before. Then you realize he’s talking with the help of a small machine. He has it in his hand and, when he’s pushing a button, the machine starts vibrating. He puts it by the neck and the vibrations manage to move those thin muscles that produce the sound of voice.

‘I have a cancer’, he sais. ‘I was saved by the doctors, but they had to leave a hole in my neck. Using the machine, this is the only way I can speak now. I got it from the president of the country, we were colleagues in highschool. I don’t seem human anymore with this voice. It’s pulling me back from the real world. I lost the respect of my wife and my children, I’m having big troubles with them. Now i’m just travelling.’

After the unusual conversation you go back to your book.

In the crowd there are so many people that can mean something for the world. You may never know who they are. And sometimes not even they know this.

Antoine de saint-exupery – Vol de nuit