After the annual White Night in TLV (the city is awake for the whale night, everything is open, many street shows, street parties and lots of fun), came the big Tel Avivian water war in Rabin Square. This is the Israeli response to the stressed day-by-day life in the country (although it seems that TLV is a bubble of joy in Israel and nothing can penetrate the good atmosphere, not even a war or a terror attack).

And what shell I say, while I'm still here in Romania, studying hard (or hardly studying) for my last exam and I miss all the fun? Well, It's fun for me just to see the videos of so many people, happy, stressless and shirtless.

Take a look, and more important - come to visit!

Like I told you before, I’m not the average gay bar “Hi, what’s your name? Let’s go to bed” type.

I’m more like “Hi Mike, would you spend your life with me? Could you wake up next to me and tell me it’s all right? And then you’ll go to work and I can play some piano till the afternoon?”

Meeting people is a dangerous thing, I guess. The hole they leave is far too big to fill with food or beer or songs you write to ease your mind. Now it’s 9 and I just have to wait till 4 before I call you. And the seconds before you answer will hurt…fuck. This is hard. This is not fun. But I am addicted. Till the one will come…someday he’ll come along, the man I love and he’ll be what I want the man I love. Mike, are you still there? Did you sleep well? Ho come you’re so cool about it?

I told you kid; you always want what you can’t have. Someday he’ll come along, the man I love…bla bla bla. You’re funny. You just make me laugh. Pathetic. Mike – are you still there? Did you sleep well? How come you’re so cool about it? I wish I could be that way…I whish I could be that way…I wish///

Pinches the memory are those moments that come without warning, while something in the open space reminds you about him.

Pinches of memory are the most painful of all, which can ruin a perfect day at worst, or make you think long at best. They come without warning, so you cannot avoid them. The pinching pain is directly proportional to the level of love you felt for him, the same good old love.

You can consciously ignore them; melt them in your daily life, but the brain is wise - missed thoughts go straight to the biological-emotional voicemail somewhere in the occipital lobe, back there, and this voicemail empties at night, in your dreams. The pinch will keep you awake, and wont give you rest.

All the words that disappeared, we’ll find them in the dreams. All the melted moments will appear as images returning to the open wound.

Pinches of memory are the result of a grief - which is the result of a significant relationship that ended.

Do not confuse pinches of memory with a twinge of envy - the difference is significant. Jealousy has a sense of frustration of the person and in extreme cases it can produce even facial expressions. The difference between pinches of memory and jealousy is the jealousy might spur the man to become more sophisticated; to develop himself and the base of it stands in front of one's competitiveness. A pinch is a pinch. Painful. Mourning about something good that has gone. A pinch does not bring anything positive as development and improvement.

Do not be misled to think that finding a replacement will take the pinch to another continent, and you’ll see it only during your visit there. If the pinch is frequent, finding a replacement will hurt the substitute itself.

Indisputable rule that I learned through my own experience is the pinches of memory always come after a love came to an end, in direct proportion to the happiness and joy you’ve been pleasured with. If you knew a true love in your life, one that led you to heights of happiness and greatness you didn’t thing was reachable, you should make enough space to those pinches of memory, they are going to be permanent guests in your guest room, they drink espresso with a bit of sugar and milk, thank you. The aim of the pinching of memory is to harm the bleeding wound that wants to heal, make it difficult for the loving heart, desires for rehabilitation, and now it stands empty, trying to muster his forces and make the newly broken relationship to become a history.