Ph. D. Cornelia Păun Heinzel: 'the Shock' 1 Comments

PH. D. CORNELIA PĂUN HEINZEL: 'THE SHOCK'
Translation: Iuliana Costache
A long heartbreaking whistle, like a desperate wailing penetrates the souls of those who wait on the wings of the boulevard in the center of Bucharest. Every bit of the body shivers. Cold thrills gradually go through you on every inch of the spine. If you were happy, quiet, dreamy, everything would colapse in a split second... It is, however, usual for the inhabitants who live nearby the main arteries of Bucharest. Fifteen minutes later you feel surrounded by a sound explosion. A fire truck, an ambulance or a police car... The intensity of the noise makes every bit of the human body to tremble. Maybe because of the painful, sharp sounds that mix together, that go through you instantly or by the cries that creep you out, that may predestinate something terrible? The sounds get more intense under the night's watch. At night, very few cars go by. However, some of the long car whistles will suddenly rip you out of the kingdom of dreams, to lead you to the real nightmares.
The telephone's ringing sounds seemed extremely harmonious, although it was the beggining of a frightening and real occurence.
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