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The Umbrella That Wasn't Mine Posted by Anastase on 3 April, 2026

Do you ever hold onto something for so long that you forget it was never yours to begin with?

That’s when I saw it. Leaning against the coat rack. Unclaimed. A bit sad, like a stray dog waiting for someone to notice it. blogul anastase

But here’s the thing. Yesterday, I went back to "La Scuar". The old man with the newspaper was still there. Same glasses, same slippers. And I asked him: “Do you remember a grey umbrella, left here one rainy Tuesday, five years ago?”

So I took it. Walked out into the storm, opened it triumphantly — and immediately felt a cold drip on my forehead. One of the spokes was broken. A small betrayal, but a betrayal nonetheless. The Umbrella That Wasn't Mine Posted by Anastase

I told myself: “Anastase, someone forgot it. If you leave it here, the old man will throw it away by closing time. You’re not stealing. You’re... rescuing.”

Maybe that’s what we do. We take things — not out of greed, but out of loneliness. We borrow meaning from objects, from people, from places. We hold on. And when we finally learn the truth, it’s too late to give it back without explanation. Unclaimed

So now the umbrella sits by my door again. I don’t know if I should return it. He clearly doesn’t want it. But it was never mine. And yet, in some strange way, it is.