A few days ago, I was trying to put on a T-shirt and couldn't manage it. Two years ago, Laura had tested her little sharp teeth on one of my T-shirts. After losing that battle, the T-shirt was left with four tiny holes, like a punched tram ticket. That morning, I was trying to figure out whether this was the perforated T-shirt or not. Due to my lack of imagination, I prefer buying the same T-shirt, in the same size, several times. Somehow, choosing what to wear that day becom

Over the past few days, I've spent some time on Threads. And by that, I mean I installed the app and ignored it. If I don't look at it, surely some social media elf will magically appear and create the connections I'm looking for. Right now, I'm completely dissatisfied with social media. There's nothing social about the media we consume. Everyone just posts bullshit, and everyone keeps bombarding you with useless crap that you don't even know how to avoid getting into your he

I woke up this morning with just one thought. I want to keep writing. I don't know why. I'm not a writer. By every possible standard, there are many others who can be considered writers, but not me. I could say that I'm a storyteller. Writing has never been one of my strengths, but telling stories has. When I write to you, my readers, about my experiences, it somehow fills me with happiness. In order to describe and recreate in detail the feelings and emotions I experienced a

Another afternoon is passing by. In Colmar, the sun is still shining. I think this is the last day of summer. Laura has just come back from kindergarten, and Luca has just woken up. It is the perfect time for a picnic. And not just any picnic, but one under our tree. In case you are wondering how on earth we came to own a tree, I can explain it very simply. If you look on Google Maps at the courtyard in front of Colmar’s central library, the tree closest to the library is our

This morning, I woke up tired. I woke up tired and tried to gather my thoughts before taking Laura to kindergarten. Just before leaving the house, we had a little tantrum, as she was deeply unhappy about the fact that, although her mother had borrowed one hundred euros from her to pay for her dance classes at short notice, the one hundred and fifty euros she returned today were apparently not quite as good. We clearly need to work a little more on this whole businesswoman con

In my latest posts, I have repeatedly talked about the healthcare system and the politics driving it. Today, I want to continue this discussion about our declining health with one simple question: why do we end up in this situation? Quite a few years ago, when I was still working as an anesthesiologist, I noticed that most of the cases we operated on at the hospital were cancers. Visceral surgery, thoracic surgery, oral and maxillofacial surgery, and gynecology were probably

This morning, I was reflecting on the role of healthcare systems around the world and, inevitably, on the fact that healthcare costs in general are rising. If we look at a semi-private healthcare system like Germany’s, we realize that these health insurance funds automatically need to make a profit, just like in America. And that makes me wonder why a constitutional right — the right to health, the right to healthcare — has to be mixed, if you will, with the need to make mone

177 kilograms. The days go by, life moves on, and fortunately my weight is starting to go down. Today was another full day. I can’t say that I did anything particularly important, but from the moment I woke up this morning until now, late in the evening, I haven’t stopped at all. One thing I notice happening more and more often is that I exercise more and more. Today I managed to walk for a total of 1.5 hours without feeling the exhaustion I used to feel. To be fair, I also s

I remember that when I was younger, everything — life itself — seemed much less complicated. It felt as though everything moved more slowly, and everyday worries simply didn’t exist. And I’m not talking about the time when I was a baby or when I was still in primary school. I’m talking about much more recent times, around 2009–2010, when I was in my early twenties. It seemed to me that political news, everything happening around me, was far less serious than it is now. In rec

It is Sunday evening, 6:42 p.m. Outside, it is slightly cloudy and relatively cold. I don’t think it is more than 17 degrees. I am sharing the couch with Luca, who is making faces and whining because he has a bit of a cold and is very tired. He hasn’t slept for a few hours now, and at this point he is behaving like a little brontosaurus. The fact that I suctioned the snot out of his nose did not exactly help with his peace and harmony. And now I can hear him and his mother tr

Welcome back! Today I want to talk to you about COVID. Do you still remember COVID? Probably some of the people who will read this post in the future will not even understand what exactly I am talking about. COVID emerged as a pandemic at the end of 2019 and the beginning of 2020. Anyone curious enough to look up the general facts is free to do so. I have no intention of giving you theoretical lectures. Nor do I intend to count myself among those of you who never believed in

I kept thinking today about the purpose of this blog and why I feel this need to write something. A part of me has become almost addicted to it and would like to write to you every single day. But I wonder whether daily posts would eventually lose some of their substance, some of their purpose. Today, I decided to go back in time and tell you stories from my life and my childhood. Maybe that’s a good way to get to know someone. I know I would enjoy reading stories from other

Do you think that's an exaggeration? Do you think something especially interesting happened, worth telling the rest of you readers about? No, it's not an exaggeration, and no, I don't think anything particularly interesting happened. Objectively, it was probably just another day of my life. But to me, it was something beautifully special. Here's the story, and I'll let each of you decide for yourselves whether it really was a beautiful day. The day started fairly early with a

Good morning, my dears. Today is another heatwave day here in Colmar. Europe has seen a lot of fires these past months, and it feels like one giant fire stretching from Bordeaux all the way to Spain. Yesterday it was 36 degrees, but somehow it felt even hotter than that. Last night I sat down and looked through the global markets and the turn the economy has taken. I was trying to figure out what the lessons for you should be, and how I could guide you better. The truth is, e

Hi there, my loves, how are you doing? I hope this post finds you well in the future. I'm curious what age you'll be when you read it. Today I want to talk to you about money. And no, this isn't a conversation about how much money we're leaving you as inheritance, but about the very notion of money. You see, your mother and I were born in Romania, to parents who were never encouraged to understand the world around them. In a communist state, that was simply normal. I don't th

I don't even know how to begin this post. I've been sitting here for several minutes, staring at the blank page in front of me, and the blinking cursor—seemingly hungry for letters—is starting to irritate me. I have so much to say, but I don't know how to begin without being misunderstood. Perhaps the easiest thing is simply to start telling you the story and see where my thoughts take me. What I want to tell you about happened today in my office. I spent some time wondering

Good morning, Europe. I’m awake. It is Saturday morning, 7:20 a.m., and I am beginning to write this article. I wonder why I couldn’t sleep for another hour, but then I remember that the moment I opened my eyes, I thought that if I happened to wake up, I could write something else for the blog. Something strange always happens whenever I begin writing. Although I don’t always have an idea I want to write about, as soon as I start hitting the keys, it feels as though a tap of

This morning I woke up thinking about Laura and Luca, after last night I wrote Laura her first message in the capsule, pretty late, and after that I held Luca on my belly. Or more precisely, his little belly rested on my big belly. That's a more accurate way to put it. I was thinking about how, over the years, society has evolved, and I was thinking about their childhood and how it will evolve, and at the same time about my own childhood. And I was wondering why the world has

Hi Laura, daddy loves you so much. Today I'm writing you the first message from the capsule that I hope finds you well in the future. Today, like yesterday, was a very difficult day. Right now I'm working a lot. On Mondays I wake up at 6:30 and manage to leave the house by 7:30, only to get back home between 10 and 11 at night. The same thing continues on Tuesday. Today, even though I tried to leave the office on time, I ended up running more than 1 hour over schedule. It was

Hi, I'm Daniel, the creator of this blog. I don't even know exactly what I could tell you about myself on this about page. I don't know what kind of information would interest you, or why anyone would even follow my blog. So, out of a lack of imagination, I'm going to try to tell you my life story up to now. Maybe it will bore you, maybe it isn't interesting enough, but this, as it is, is what led me onto the path I'm on now. I was born in Romania in 1986, into a modest famil