So I'm 34 today and I'm calm about it, doctor. A few days ago I was walking round Aviatorilor square when a tyre appeared out of nowhere, lazily rolling like we were walking together. Time froze and it felt like a private moment of surreal circus parade right there in the middle of the road. The point is – I wish I'll never stop wondering about things and be amazed by the small happenings.

Although I'm not the extremely curious snooping around type, the day I'll stop wondering about the small things – reflections in a window, white seagulls floating at night over deserted streets of Bucharest, geometric shadows dropped on a wall, a face in the wind, coincidences, eleven and eleven minutes and eleven seconds on the clock in the corner of the screen, a gracious gesture in the crowd right on the beat of music in my headphones (oh, my new iPod!), dogs looking in your eyes like they want to speak, rain falling from a cloud in the distance, the so very short glimpse of a rainbow when one of those vehicles that wash the streets goes past you, a loose tyre in a crowded intersection – the day when I'll stop noticing and enjoying these and wonder it will be the day I'll grow old.

Wondering about the small things can make one live forever, I think. What do you say, doc? What do you say?