Walk Into My Story Ela Vasilescu

Hiking Gear


Sleeping Bag Forclaz TREK 900 – 700gr

Tent Forclaz TREKKING 900 ULTRALIGHT – 1,3kg

Mattress Forclaz TREK 700 AIR – 600gr

Camping Cooker and Gas Canister CAMPINGAZ

Backpack Forclaz TRAVEL500-50 L with removable shoulder bag- 2,2 kg

Backpack Quechua NH500 30L – 1kg

Waterproof, Breathable Hiking Boots Forclaz TREK100, 500gr

Waterproof Winter Boots Quechua SH100 with 3mm crampons, 600gr

Simond Mountaineering Waterproof Jacket

Felpa Windproof Quechua NH100

Simond Neck Gaiter

Hat Forclaz TRAVEL500

Multipurpose Knife and Torch, 300gr

Outdoors Smartwatch (Although I was supposed to just test it, I couldn’t let it go in the end-had it for a year)

Garmin Instinct Graphite Sportwatch GPS, Grey, Regular

Ravpower Power Bank, 300 gr

Ravpower Power Bank, 300 gr

That evening, in the silence of the house I decided a destination for the distance and wrote the words ‘Walk into my story’:

I was born as a puzzle, and as years went by, someone would come and kick the pieces, spreading them further and further apart, making it impossible for me to collect myself as a whole being. Every time I would connect a piece in its place, another one would fall or would be pushed away by someone else. I’ve always felt as a damaged puzzle missing a bunch of pieces from some corner of myself.

Trying to gather those pieces was sometimes fun, and soon I discovered that I could fill the holes with something else: a feeling, a joy, a crazy adventure. But those never fit quite right; they weren’t the right color or the right size. I never belonged to myself because of it. I was a slave to my own dramas and pain. When I walk from A to B, when I challenge my body to do what my mind doesn’t want to, the puzzle pieces stop falling.

No, I can’t collect them, nor can I put the ones missing back, but it stops the ones that are in place from falling apart. Time stops; everything stops. It’s me, myself and I. It’s me walking on hidden paths talking to myself; it’s me trying to figure out why I am damaged; it’s me accepting that I am.

‘Walk into my story’ is the need to escape the world I’ve created around me, the process of accepting an ‘I’ that stands alone.

Ela Vasilescu



Writer / Story Hunter

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

You can read some of my words on Medium, and Writer in Florence.

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Walk Into My Story Ela Vasilescu