tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726117293562136602024-03-13T17:58:42.412+01:00Este-SudesteDescubriendo Rumanía: visiones, curiosidades y perplejidades.Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-7610852636772773382014-08-26T21:30:00.004+02:002014-08-28T18:24:32.394+02:00Lo normal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A quién no le
gusta, de vez en cuando, ir al cine a despejarse, a ver una película
amable y sin complicaciones, a ser posible bien actuada, y que te
deje al salir del cine un buen sabor de boca y, por qué no, algo de
paz de espíritu. Lo normal.</div>
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Ese era mi objetivo
hace unos días, cuando fui con una amiga a ver <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2883512/?ref_=nv_sr_1">El
Chef</a> (Jon Favreau, 2014), una película estadounidense que,
ciertamente, cumplía todos los requisitos: una mezcla de “road
movie” y cuento de hadas, donde los personajes sufren, pero para
crecer; se pierden, pero van con brújula; son sarcásticos, pero sin
doler. Una de esas películas que a primera vista parecería de
Sundance, o tal vez canadiense, si no fuera por la presencia de
estrellas de Hollywood en papeles secundarios y esa falta de veneno
que, por otra parte, es lo que estaba precisamente buscando aquella
tarde, así que no tengo derecho a quejarme.</div>
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“El Chef” cuenta
el viaje desde Miami a Los Ángeles que un cocinero de prestigio, pero sin trabajo, realiza, acompañado de su hijo de
diez años, en un camión de tacos que piensa instalar en las calles
de Los Ángeles. Pero como la película se inicia en Los Ángeles, lo primero es lo primero: hay que hacer llegar a los protagonistas a Miami. ¿Cómo
hacemos? Nada más fácil, para eso están los aviones. Por
supuesto, aunque nuestro chef está divorciado, mantiene una
estupenda relación con su ex, una rica mujer de negocios de origen
latino, exhuberante como las malvadas de las telenovelas, pero que en
este caso no es bruja mala, sino nuestra bellísima hada madrina. Así
que ella le propone que les acompañe, a ella y al hijo en común, a
Miami: ella va a estar muy ocupada y no podrá estar todo el tiempo
con el niño, y, como bien sabe, las niñeras no pueden viajar en
avión. Él acepta, claro, y en la siguiente secuencia ya estamos en
Miami.<br />
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Espera: ¿”<u>las
niñeras no pueden viajar en avión</u>”? ¿Ya está? ¿Esa era la
forma más sencilla de plantar a nuestro chef en Miami? ¿No es un poco
retorcido? ¿No necesita una explicación?</div>
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No, no la necesita.
Las niñeras están en situación irregular en Estados Unidos y no
pueden viajar en medios de transporte donde se controla la
documentación, pues acabarían en un centro de detención o
deportadas. Es bien sabido. No necesita explicación. Así que no dejemos que
un detalle tan nimio nos distraiga de nuestro cuento de hadas, que
iba tan bien.</div>
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Ya tenemos el camión, y andamos haciendo algo de
bricolaje padre-hijo para ponerlo a punto, que ya sabemos todos lo
que une eso. Ya está todo listo, sólo falta subir al camión la cocina nueva, que pesa un montón. Y precisamente hay un
grupo de obreros en su pausa del almuerzo sentados a unos
metros; pero no parecen estar muy dispuestos a ayudar. Hasta que
aparece el amigo de nuestro protagonista, que les va a acompañar en
el viaje, un chicano muy espabilado, que se las conoce todas, y le dice que no
se preocupe, que él lo arregla. Y, en español, ofrece el siguiente trato a los obreros: si
ayudan, luego comerán gratis el mejor bocadillo de su vida; si no... llama a la migra. Por supuesto, se levantan en seguida
(punto de humor); luego se comen todos juntos y en buena armonía un sabroso bocadillo
merecedor de los más grandes esfuerzos, que aquí no ha pasado nada, y
nuestro camión inicia su viaje rumbo a la Costa Oeste.</div>
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Espera: ¿un punto
de humor? ¿“<u>Si no, llama a la migra</u>”? ¿Así, sin
más? ¿Nuestro simpático Sancho Panza?<br />
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Pues sí, sin más. Tampoco es para tanto: y olvidemos ya a nuestro grupo de obreros perezosos y atemorizados,
que nosotros iniciamos nuestro viaje iniciático en el camioncito “melting
pot”, un viaje multicultural, lleno de sabrosura, raíces y
mestizaje, entre bocadillos cubanos y barbacoa texana, negros tocando
folk en Nueva Orleans, y caderas multicolores moviéndose al son de
ritmos caribeños.</div>
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Y que estas dos
cortas escenas no hagan añicos nuestro cuento de hadas: que no se nos atraganten las palomitas ni se nos amargue el fondo de la garganta. Sobre todo, muy importante, no hay que perder la paz de espíritu. </div>
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Dejaremos atrás a las
niñeras sin libertad de movimiento y a los obreros sin poder de
elección, a los eternamente irregulares. Sus inquietudes son
secundarias. No habrá viaje iniciático para ellos, no habrá
crecimiento personal; aunque no los volvemos a ver, bien sabemos que
acabarán la película igual que la empezaron, en la esquina de la
pantalla, callados y atemorizados. Poco amenazantes. Poco
interesantes.</div>
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Lo normal. No es
para tanto, es bien sabido. No necesita explicación. No se explica.</div>
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Hacer visible lo invisible... ¿para
esto? </div>
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Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-19838192664599407952009-12-18T00:08:00.004+01:002009-12-18T17:28:18.683+01:00Carajillo español<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"Carajillo"= coffee with brandy, explosive mixture to have at a cafeteria in the mid-morning break (trad.) [Pereulok's Academy Dictionary of Spanish language]</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This morning, while I was having breakfast, I noticed a peculiar commercial: Spanish assotiation of alcoholic drinks promoting a reasonable consumption of alcoholic drinks in this merry period we are about to begin, not to get drank but to keep on the "typical Spanish" way of being happy, sociable, amiable...Publicity on alcohol and tabacco is now so heavily banned that campaigns are surrealistt; this commercial sounds exactly like a "no drink, no traffic accidents" one, I would have mixed the message, had not been listening with attention.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKguYLvCQx71AKozPyP1SyNEQ5DD1ub20414kj87DpwpBrNJIssiaNiBEtToRya91_YAPcPQe58rs9ZHi1SO0EnawseJ3hMAJWlgd2bZC_pB902GLRFwMzvauAELrHnUclWdbMe61mNc/s1600-h/17122009228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKguYLvCQx71AKozPyP1SyNEQ5DD1ub20414kj87DpwpBrNJIssiaNiBEtToRya91_YAPcPQe58rs9ZHi1SO0EnawseJ3hMAJWlgd2bZC_pB902GLRFwMzvauAELrHnUclWdbMe61mNc/s200/17122009228.jpg" /></a>But three hours later I really began to see their point. I was killing time before a meeting, having a coffee at a "Café & Té". One of those chains of cafeteria there's everywhere now, regardless the thousands of common cafeterias this country has, "cafés de barrio", "cafés de viejo" (neighbourhood ones, old ones). One of those chains I usually avoid if I can, out of principles and nonsense (specially Starbucks, the worst coffee in a totally faked supposedly cosy envirnoment), out of small pocket reasons (1,60 euro for a plain, no magic, coffee with milk? Did they think we're in Russia, or what?).<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxea07hc2vKe4fukKsl3j8V54nXCkgnvA57VNZMtv5J2mIYN6u2c6Kl5NQsGS_ZtXuUVBrtm9Wg0qfJw0jlhGCT1L4xJ0k1tgSxS_2CNMyASmeLrr-Ft9lXMv8sZ0QxN0iJU1blsMC6yE/s1600-h/Bra_soberano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxea07hc2vKe4fukKsl3j8V54nXCkgnvA57VNZMtv5J2mIYN6u2c6Kl5NQsGS_ZtXuUVBrtm9Wg0qfJw0jlhGCT1L4xJ0k1tgSxS_2CNMyASmeLrr-Ft9lXMv8sZ0QxN0iJU1blsMC6yE/s200/Bra_soberano.jpg" /></a>One of those chains that are decorated the same in Madrid's Gran Vía Avenue and Bilbao's Gran Vía Avenue, in Spain, Italy, London, Germany, Tokio and Timbuktu. But then I noticed a shelf just above the coffee machine: a metallic shelf with a bottle of Bayleys, another of Gin, three brands of Rum, two of Whiskey, two other vodka ones... And the Soberano Brandy one, of course!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1oTI6a3nCXV52Nc9KZHOFEJPUYnVhVB_0lCbMT8noW16tzOYMF8OdM-hy9FER8hmudhAMPc_wS2KOcFQ46xAc8JbC65VtFiJcGyzsmSml2A6g4t603lO5JNYfW6jDKakDsQNapBdzOQY/s1600-h/17122009227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1oTI6a3nCXV52Nc9KZHOFEJPUYnVhVB_0lCbMT8noW16tzOYMF8OdM-hy9FER8hmudhAMPc_wS2KOcFQ46xAc8JbC65VtFiJcGyzsmSml2A6g4t603lO5JNYfW6jDKakDsQNapBdzOQY/s200/17122009227.jpg" /></a>Ten, twelve half-empty bottles, waiting for the morning <i>carajillos</i>, the early evening drinks of people beginning partying right after coffeeing... and, most probably, the early morning drinks of the groups of crazy ones that end up their party night at 7am, 8 am, and have an alcoholic breakfast before going to bed at the only place that is open at that early hour... The serious cafeteria working during daylight.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Would a fancy "give me a capuccino with a special topping for 5 euros" coffee shop abroad also have that impressive row of alcoholic drinks so clearly display? I'm not so sure. But hey, yep, probably that commercial was right, Spain is Spain... and business is business.<br />
</div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-56076361167506323642009-08-23T23:09:00.009+02:002009-08-24T00:24:37.790+02:00Este Sudeste 2.0 (Edu. In Memoriam)<div style="text-align: justify;">Empieza una nueva etapa; después de tres meses de readaptación, he decidido volver a retomar mi blog, aunque ya no esté en Rumania, desde este Sudeste de Madrid en el que habito, y desde el cual sigo mirando el mundo que me rodea con bastante perplejidad y cierta dosis de cabreo.<br /><br />Así como tantas otras veces antes en mi vida, medito unos meses, me reorganizo, me recoloco, guardo los recuerdos que merecen ser guardados y agradezco al mundo que siga girando. Y, subida a esa rosa de los vientos en la que me colgó acertadamente <a href="http://cosasminimas.blogspot.com/">Blanca Gómez</a>, sigo mirando y opinando, espectador participante, para todos aquellos que están lejos.<br /><br />Aquellos que están lejos... Algunos tan condenadamente lejos.<br /><br />Como Edu, sincero (sincerísimo) y parco en cumplidos, al que le gustaba mi forma de escribir. Un grandísimo honor para mí. Edu, que comprendió pronto que la vida no debe ser un valle de lágrimas, sino un juego y una fiesta, y supo poner sus propias reglas a la partida que le tocó vivir.<br /><br />Recordaré los buenos consejos que me dio durante este último año en los momentos más duros de mi experiencia rumana (qué bendición es a veces ese Messenger tan denostado). Porque la vida no hay que tomarla con filosofía: hay que tomarla con humor. Con humor, pero por los cuernos. No lo olvidaré.<br /><br />Echaré de menos su presencia intermitente en mi vida, y echaré de menos también sus ausencias, su vida paralela a la mía, sus alegrías y sus fracasos.<br /><br />Edu, el <span style="font-style: italic;">hombre Martini</span> de nuestros veinte años, de sonrisa irónica y lengua afilada, testarudo y voluble, perezoso y esforzado. Lástima que sus pulmones no estuvieran a la altura de su corazón ni de su espíritu.<br /><br />... Y el mundo sigue girando. Pero más lento.</div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-25059920783384444242009-05-01T20:22:00.012+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.358+01:00Jewish Romania: fading memories<div style="text-align: justify;">Last summer, when I was planning a trip to the <a href="http://www.romanianmonasteries.org/bucovina/all-bucovina-monasteries">Bucovina painted monasteries</a>, I decided to spend the night at Gura Humorului, a town with little touristic interest, but situated at a crossroads, and thus a perfect operations center. I was also interested in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gura_Humorului">the information I read about Gura Humorului in Wikipedia</a>: it was, in origin, a Jewish peasant settlement, a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shtetl"><span style="font-style: italic;">shtetl</span></a> whose Jewish population was mostly deported during Second World War (3.000 people), while the rest (500 people) left for Israel in late 1940s, early 1950s. No matter that the current population of Gura Humorului (16.000 people) is non-Jewish, I was curious to see if there was something of the old shtetl left, like in Toledo or Girona historical centres, where some narrow streets reminds still of medieval Jewish communities, five centuries after Jewish were expelled from Spain in 1492.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />But I noticed nothing special there. It may be not so strange, in any case, as it's logical that in small rural spots, where both streets and non-wooden buildings are relatively recent phenomena, the history doesn't make such a permanent imprint as medieval towns that Jewish helped to build and get relevance in Spain. Jewish peasant communities, inexistent in Western Europe (where most of kingdoms forbade land ownership by Jews) were frequent in Eastern Europe until Second World War, but their memory is probably disappearing, as there are little descendants to keep memories alive on the spot (those who weren't killed have fled) and there is no buildings, no "stones" to be cherished by history-of-art lovers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTH1g8o8FO0tVhWFnEdB8KqfbsPo3zyEUpaiMeloHrNKEpyikxwpRQoLm-SyBzJLsYR1BtU8Cwoq4B4j0E_2udClqj0lN_rlFfy6DGNzfKkeO_UQduyfEwWFqHuIJeaTZ8n1d0pPeMXhc/s1600-h/20090207_1218_sinagoga.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTH1g8o8FO0tVhWFnEdB8KqfbsPo3zyEUpaiMeloHrNKEpyikxwpRQoLm-SyBzJLsYR1BtU8Cwoq4B4j0E_2udClqj0lN_rlFfy6DGNzfKkeO_UQduyfEwWFqHuIJeaTZ8n1d0pPeMXhc/s200/20090207_1218_sinagoga.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330942348694429058" border="0" /></a>Cities should be different. History is more intensely felt in urban landscapes, and, besides, most of the Jewish community that survived <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoah">Shoah</a> (Holocaust) and decided not to leave Europe stayed in urban areas, having children, telling stories, keeping record of past events and both lost and surviving customs. But no. I was very surprised when I commented with some Romanian friends of mine that I wanted to visit the Jewish museum at Mamulari Street, located in an old Sinagogue, one of the few buildings left of the old Jewish quartier that was completely destroyed by razzia/progroms that took place in Bucharest during Second World War. Not only they knew little of the Jewish prosecution during Second World War, but even less of the role of the Jewish community in Romanian history. In 1904, 50.000 Jewish lived in Bucharest, more than one sixth of total population; Jewish quartier started at the back of Unirii Square (wher Carrefour is) and continued up to Muncii Square (Boulevard Decebal, Calarasilor Street...). 750.000 Jews lived in Romania in 1930 (4% of total 13 million Romanian population): 430.000 were left by 1947, and nowadays there's less than 10.000, many of them of old age, according to the Centre for Jewish Studies of Bucharest University.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihM4iwkUa4Rl1tfNgbhcrc4yKFQi9SYQoVUlK8AN8jLtaidH02lj6tCbgjKSCv3eqLtYjZgrybA3aTOE_QsgkuBKG801nKEDNrPu5XufPBLpsLV5TbVkLbgfmVV4cNi0jM7_mOePPJvNc/s1600-h/20090408_1731.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihM4iwkUa4Rl1tfNgbhcrc4yKFQi9SYQoVUlK8AN8jLtaidH02lj6tCbgjKSCv3eqLtYjZgrybA3aTOE_QsgkuBKG801nKEDNrPu5XufPBLpsLV5TbVkLbgfmVV4cNi0jM7_mOePPJvNc/s200/20090408_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330942354039264738" border="0" /></a>I come from a country, Spain, that, certainly, cannot boast about having a historical trackrecord of religious tolerance; I always say that is very easy to say that we Spaniards are not anti-Semitic at all, considering that we had none left by Catholic Kings. However, 5 centuries have passed in our case: it is eerie to see how the memory of Jewish influence in Romanian history has already faded so much in just three-generations time, and that even the local Holocaust is so little known here. What I know of Romanian Jewish community life and downfall (Holocaust) come mainly of external sources. On 27th January, The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Holocaust_Remembrance_Day">International Holocaust Remembrance Day</a>, I attended a quite interesting conference on Jewish community in Romania before Second World War... organized by the Italian Institute of Culture. The Romanian content was provided by the Romanian collaborators of a historical memory project with its origin and main drive in Austria and Hungaria, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.centropa.org/">Centropa</a>. Not existing big museums or memorials dedicated to this issue, and if Lonely Planet tourist guide (whose Romanian volume is quite disappointing as a whole, by the way) makes some mentions and reference is, in fact, due only to its buyers: Lonely Planet Guides always include references to Jewish history or Gay life, amongst other issues, being Jews or Gays two kind of tourists that editors consider to have, let's say, specific interests and needs while traveling.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.longitudebooks.com/images/book_large/BLK02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.longitudebooks.com/images/book_large/BLK02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I first knew of Romanian Holocaust while reading "<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/12/06/specials/kaplan-balkan.html">Balkan Ghosts, A Journey Through History</a>", by Robert D. Kaplan. This book, first published in early 1990s, focus in the most violent elements Balkan history, considering Romania, Greece, Albania, Bulgaria and Yugoslavia. Based on the personal experience of this journalist, that travelled around that area in late 80s and early 90s, it was writen just when Yugoslavian war had started, and its focus reflects the wish of seeking an explanation of that violent outburst in a region that was considered civilized and peaceful. A one-sided account, but a very interesting one, though to be added up to other equally one-sided ones in order to build a comprehensive idea of this region.<br /><br />I remember very well the chapters dedicated to Romania. A country that, after Ceauşescu, opened to the world again as if waking up of a bad dream. A peaceful and quite cultivated society able to sudden outbursts of rage, showing to the world its most terrible and cruel side: the way the Ceaucescu couple was killed and their corpses desecrated in 1989, the brutal repression of demonstrators in Bucharest by misled miners (the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mineriad">Mineriad</a>)... the killing of Jewish during Second World War: the Pogroms in Iasi (10.000 deaths) and Bucharest (where Jewish quartier was destroyed and a brutal slaughter took place at the municipal slaughterhouse), the death trains that deported thousands of Jews in such conditions that many of them didn't arrive to the camps.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuoeXS21hBfzKwJWkfPj3xJ4JHVq3Vx3kWnmRiAIivvEdl5L-ba7bbLQbOLQ_omns8ivtFFguQIzdSAyz7wQ4C9f82qtLMnI-qMO9HEgKDE3XPrOEHN921FSHHwsvhNFgaQO50pFpCDvg/s1600-h/20090405_1698_tesela.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuoeXS21hBfzKwJWkfPj3xJ4JHVq3Vx3kWnmRiAIivvEdl5L-ba7bbLQbOLQ_omns8ivtFFguQIzdSAyz7wQ4C9f82qtLMnI-qMO9HEgKDE3XPrOEHN921FSHHwsvhNFgaQO50pFpCDvg/s200/20090405_1698_tesela.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961639069931026" border="0" /></a>Museums are not, as one could think, cold places with no feelings. A museum is organised in order to tell us certain story the way their curators intend it to be told. Museums have a soul; they must have a soul. And, despite this recent and terrible history of hate and the thousand of deaths, what I liked best of the Jewish museum at Bucharest it was that the collection, organised chronologically, focused in life, more specifically in proving how the Jewish community developed in Romania and how, above all, it was a part of Romania. How the first Jews settled following the invitation of local kings and princes. How they gained Romanian citizenship. How they collaborated in creating XIXth-Century industrial Romania. How they involucrated in Romanian society and state not as a detached group but as Romanian citizens, participating in political life, and defending their country as soldiers in the First World War. How the Holocaust didn't destroy a community living in Romania, but a part of Romania. The Museum is called, as a matter of fact, "History Museum of Jews from Romania".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EMd0yjcq-N13UCh7lUZAXN0csIjsVJ6H5Arhyphenhyphenrd0E2Xoq1gvffmJAi9FKwNA3CnviIWec6VEcFoCYHls6xjGmTuu9acDG0CVTJvooA4cfYkWMjIKvxc1-j8sOb8_Ep5iWWglL3ZMw7M/s1600-h/20090405_1691_InteriorSinagoga.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EMd0yjcq-N13UCh7lUZAXN0csIjsVJ6H5Arhyphenhyphenrd0E2Xoq1gvffmJAi9FKwNA3CnviIWec6VEcFoCYHls6xjGmTuu9acDG0CVTJvooA4cfYkWMjIKvxc1-j8sOb8_Ep5iWWglL3ZMw7M/s200/20090405_1691_InteriorSinagoga.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961628918108242" border="0" /></a>It is a modest museum, maintained by the aging local Jewish community, when they are able to and how they are able to. That's why it has, I suppose, such strange opening hours: from 10 to 13 every dat but Saturday (<span style="font-style: italic;">sabbath</span>). When I asked about a pretty new Hasidic sinagogue that I had seen near my house (far from old Jewish quartier in Bucharest), the old lady that surveilled the museum the day I visited it told me: "oh, it's new, it's not from our people, we don't attend there".<br /><br />So I left the museum wondering if they will be capable to keep it open. This small Jewish community of Romania, guardian of memories, surrounded by a Romanian society is forgetting its communist past as fast as it seems to have forgotten the Jewish heritage and the Holocaust shame. This local Jewish community with a support from Jewish international lobbies that I suspect to be quite feeble, as this "we the Jewish Romanians" spirit is not the kind of Jewish memory they are more interested to preserve.<br /><br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-220010618481215552009-04-25T09:34:00.008+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.344+01:00Sponsoring Romania<div style="text-align: justify;">During my last days in Romania there was a lot of debate on the change of country slogan: "Romania, simply surprising" has recently become "<a href="http://m.mediafax.ro/engleza/romanian-tourism-to-be-promoted-under-new-slogan-romania-the-land-of-choice-over-next-mos.html?6966;4226653">Romania, the land of choice</a>", although only temporarily, until the national tourism brand will be ready.<br /><br />A silly change, a silly issue? Well, nothing is so silly when talking of such a lucrative industry as tourism, that implies also decisions on the strategy and discourse of a country when it decides to promote itself, and that is clearly underdeveloped in Romania. I'm sure that any of us who have lived a little bit over there, and our visitors, will agree at least on that.<br /></div><br />Nothing is so silly when:<ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>The new slogan was launched in a concert of Bosnian <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goran_Bregovic">Goran Bregović</a> in Mamaia. OK, maybe a <a href="http://este-sudeste.blogspot.com/2009/04/maneaua-ucide-manea-can-kill.html">manele</a> concert would have not been a right start, but they could have been chosen some fine local artist to become the voice of the campaign... By the way, it is funny for me that they chose a Balkan singer, no matter how great he is, as in Romania, certainly a crossroad, they stress the "Latin" heritage, forget the Slavic and Turkish ones and reject to be considered "Balkanic". Little Paris wants to be considered not only European but part of the heart of Europe. God knows what the hell that heart contains, though.<br /></li><li>The national tourism brand, financed by European Funds (FEDR, POS CCE), will cost a lot, 75 million of Euros. An international auction has already been launched (or maybe I should say at last, because that funding started to be operative by the beginning of 2008), and the company in charge will be selected during the spring. A lot of money, and, so I heard by the radio, a previous story of dubious actions related to this contract, not exactly corruption but what in Spain we call "<span style="font-style: italic;">amiguismo</span>" ("friendshipness").</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">National tourism brand? What is Romania nowadays? What does Romania want to be?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tpVTxPJiNN7FRfLoGw_zpAjRHePHsaHRMAfgNp_LqP0Qd7lZ3V-Z-5O1No_MWYPracfLysjfpNGU9RqOkguMLbXTscLXTYJVsDPgqMCykp4rU_g7QsTAzo3o2z1pqRL5WuLICPr1WC4/s1600-h/Romania+EURO+2008+Home.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tpVTxPJiNN7FRfLoGw_zpAjRHePHsaHRMAfgNp_LqP0Qd7lZ3V-Z-5O1No_MWYPracfLysjfpNGU9RqOkguMLbXTscLXTYJVsDPgqMCykp4rU_g7QsTAzo3o2z1pqRL5WuLICPr1WC4/s200/Romania+EURO+2008+Home.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328539968558838946" border="0" /></a>A few weeks ago I was in Constanţa while Romania and Serbia played there a classification match for the World Football Cup. I don't pay much attention to football, but when I bump into a match (and its supporters) in that way, I usually pay my compliments, so I did watched this match at TV (Romania lost). What I noticed is that during this match the Romanian footballers wore a T-shirt with the logo of ALL the sponsors printed on it, not the clean one that is sold as merchandising, where only Adidas logo on it, not the clean one that was used last year at the UEFA EURO 2008.<br /><br />There are quite a few, so the footballers looked like multi-purpose banners. But the sponsors, that can be checked also at the <a href="http://www.frf.ro/">Romanian Federation of Football</a>, are also quite significative:<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adidas</span>. Sport clothes.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ursus</span>. Romanian brand of beer, controlled since 1990s by the breery SABMiller plc.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Raiffeisein Bank.</span> Austrian Bank with a wide presence in all Central and Eastern European countries.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pepsi</span>. Refreshing drinks.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dacia</span>. Romanian brand of cars, currently part of Renault group.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carrefour</span>. French supermarkets that are spreading all over Romania.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Samsung. </span>Corean brand of electronic equipment.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gillette. </span>Shaving razors.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bigotti.</span> Italian brand of clothes.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Konica Minolta. </span>Photographic cameras<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">I would stress four of them: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ursus</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Raiffeisein Bank</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dacia </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Carrefour</span>. Romanian flavours, financial markets, cars and hypermarkets. Modern, transnationalised Romanian consumer society. "National pride" (national team) supported by foreign investors, through their own brand or through Romanian ones they control.<br /><br />But I suspect that if I take a deep look into other countries' symbols of pride, I would also find interesting situations...<br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-4019950684116231702009-04-21T18:14:00.008+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.466+01:00My dear Bucharest: some great and humble photos<div style="text-align: justify;">Today, after finishing some issues I had far far away from Bucharest city centre, I did a strange, not-at-all straight way back home, a good-bye trip by my working-days Bucharest, in this quiet Tuesday after Easter, the "third Easter day" in Romanian, when you here everywhere "Hristos a inviat" instead of "Good morning", and you must answer "Adevarat a inviat" also... (Christ has risen - He has truly risen). Romania really IS a religious country, speaking of cultural habits, that makes Spain seems an atheist one! (And believe me, it is not).<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />As always, lost my track... So I bumped into a great but very humble photo vernisaj at Metro Station Dristor 1, organised by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bucurestiul meu drag</span> (www.orasul.ro), called <a href="http://www.orasul.ro/expozitii/2009expo/celedoualacuri/expo_090413.htm">Cele două lacuri</a>.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orasul.ro/expozitii/2009expo/celedoualacuri/2lac600.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.orasul.ro/expozitii/2009expo/celedoualacuri/2lac600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Why great? Well, just go and watch the photos; why humble? Not big frames or expensive enlarged photos printed in pretty poster boards, but DIN-A3 prints that can be unnoticed any other day in this busy common metro station.<br /><br />An exhibition done with love and care.<br /><br />Photos will be exhibited from 13th April until 26th April. If you can, pass by, and enjoy Bucurestiul meu drag (my dear Bucharest)! If not, check the photos at the <a href="http://www.orasul.ro/expozitii/2009expo/celedoualacuri/expo_090413.htm">website</a>!<br /></div></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-26325995954831133202009-04-16T14:15:00.002+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.372+01:00Strada Verona, Bucharest (April 2009)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3446685125_6f97b4e8cd.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3446685125_6f97b4e8cd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />The "organizers" of this heavily stenciled and graffitied street that begins behind <a href="http://www.carturesti.ro/">Cartureşti</a> library at Magheru Avenue gather ideas for political posters, and choose every month the one that like the best to be shown in this pannel.<br /><br />To whom it might interest:<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><panoularthurverona@yahoo.com style="font-style: italic;">panoularthurverona_at_yahoo.com</panoularthurverona@yahoo.com><br /><panoularthurverona@yahoo.com></panoularthurverona@yahoo.com><br /><panoularthurverona@yahoo.com>Some previous pannels: <a href="http://este-sudeste.blogspot.com/2008/10/strada-verona-bucureti.html">October 2008</a> and <a href="http://este-sudeste.blogspot.com/2008/12/strada-verona-bucharest-december-2008.html">December 2008</a>.</panoularthurverona@yahoo.com><br /><panoularthurverona@yahoo.com></panoularthurverona@yahoo.com><br /><panoularthurverona@yahoo.com>I don't know really which group or movement leads this Strada Verona thing (the pannel but also the photos on the windows apparently abandoned buildings, the stencils, graffitties and so on). I'd love to find out, but... Couldn't manage so far.</panoularthurverona@yahoo.com><br /><panoularthurverona@yahoo.com></panoularthurverona@yahoo.com></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-13575905382781520172009-04-13T17:44:00.009+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.295+01:00Reviewing the 2006 TVR list of great RomaniansI found in Wikipedia a list of "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mari_Rom%C3%A2ni">the 100 greatest Romanians</a>", created in 2006 after TVR (Romanian TV) conducted a popular vote, in a version of a similar show made by Brittish TV. I will use this list to assess my general knowledge of Romanian,"environment", let's say, and how it changed after spending almost one year and a half in Romania, as a curious outsider.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">B </span>= I knew who he/she was before arriving to Romania ---><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 9</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A </span>= I know who he/she is now that I've spent some time in Romania (at least I can say if this person was a writer, a politican of a footballer) ---> <span style="font-weight: bold;">22</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a </span>= this name rings a bell now that I've spent some time in Romania (it could just be the name of a street I've passed by, though) ---> <span style="font-weight: bold;">25</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">? </span>= still unknown ---> <span style="font-weight: bold;">44</span></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">[The Wikipedia article includes a brief description of the people included in the listing. I don't include it here, just in case anyone wants to repeat this exercise and this could influence the answer]</span></span><br /><br />1.<span style=""> </span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stefan_cel_Mare" title="Stefan cel Mare">Stefan cel Mare</a> .... A<br />2.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carol_I_of_Romania" title="Carol I of Romania">Carol I</a> .... A<br />3.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mihai_Eminescu" title="Mihai Eminescu">Mihai Eminescu</a> .... A<br />4.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_the_Brave" title="Michael the Brave">Mihai Viteazul</a> .... a<br />5.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Wurmbrand" title="Richard Wurmbrand">Richard Wurmbrand</a> .... ?<br />6.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Antonescu" title="Ion Antonescu">Ion Antonescu</a> .... A<br />7.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mircea_Eliade" title="Mircea Eliade">Mircea Eliade</a> .... B<br />8.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_John_Cuza" title="Alexander John Cuza">Alexandru Ioan Cuza</a> .... a<br />9.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantin_Br%C3%A2ncu%C5%9Fi" title="Constantin Brâncuşi">Constantin Brâncuşi</a> .... B<br />10.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nadia_Com%C4%83neci" title="Nadia Comăneci">Nadia Comăneci</a> .... B<br />11.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolae_Ceau%C5%9Fescu" title="Nicolae Ceauşescu">Nicolae Ceauşescu</a> .... B<br />12.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vlad_%C5%A2epe%C5%9F" title="Vlad Ţepeş">Vlad Ţepeş</a> .... B<br />13.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gigi_Becali" title="Gigi Becali">Gigi Becali</a> .... A<br />>14.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Coand%C4%83" title="Henri Coandă">Henri Coandă</a> .... a<br />15.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gheorghe_Hagi" title="Gheorghe Hagi">Gheorghe Hagi</a> .... B<br />16.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Luca_Caragiale" title="Ion Luca Caragiale">Ion Luca Caragiale</a> .... A<br />17.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolae_Iorga" title="Nicolae Iorga">Nicolae Iorga</a> .... A<br />18.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantin_Br%C3%A2ncoveanu" title="Constantin Brâncoveanu">Constantin Brâncoveanu</a> .... A<br />19.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Enescu" title="George Enescu">George Enescu</a> .... A<br />20.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregorian_Bivolaru" title="Gregorian Bivolaru">Gregorian Bivolaru</a> .... ?<br />21.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirel_R%C4%83doi" title="Mirel Rădoi">Mirel Rădoi</a> .... ?<br />22.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corneliu_Zelea_Codreanu" title="Corneliu Zelea Codreanu">Corneliu Zelea Codreanu</a> .... A<br />23.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolae_Titulescu" title="Nicolae Titulescu">Nicolae Titulescu</a> .... a<br />24.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferdinand_I_of_Romania" title="Ferdinand I of Romania">Ferdinand I of Romania</a> .... A<br />25.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mihai_I" title="Mihai I">Mihai I</a> .... A<br />26.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decebal" title="Decebal">Decebal</a> .... a<br />27.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traian_B%C4%83sescu" title="Traian Băsescu">Traian Băsescu</a> .... A<br />28.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gheorghe_Mure%C5%9Fan" title="Gheorghe Mureşan">Gheorghe Mureşan</a> .... ?<br />29.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_I._C._Br%C4%83tianu" title="Ion I. C. Brătianu">Ion I. C. Brătianu</a> .... a<br />30.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R%C4%83zvan_Lucescu" title="Răzvan Lucescu">Răzvan Lucescu</a> .... ?<br />31.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolae_Paulescu" title="Nicolae Paulescu">Nicolae Paulescu</a> .... ?<br />32.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iuliu_Maniu" title="Iuliu Maniu">Iuliu Maniu</a> .... a<br />33.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iuliu_Hossu" title="Iuliu Hossu">Iuliu Hossu</a> .... ?<br />34.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Cioran" title="Emil Cioran">Emil Cioran</a> .... B<br />35.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avram_Iancu" title="Avram Iancu">Avram Iancu</a> .... a<br />36.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burebista" title="Burebista">Burebista</a> .... a<br />37.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regina_Maria" title="Regina Maria">Regina Maria</a> .... A<br />38.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petre_%C5%A2u%C5%A3ea" title="Petre Ţuţea">Petre Ţuţea</a> .... ?<br />39.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corneliu_Coposu" title="Corneliu Coposu">Corneliu Coposu</a> .... a<br />40.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurel_Vlaicu" title="Aurel Vlaicu">Aurel Vlaicu</a> .... a<br />41.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iosif_Trifa" title="Iosif Trifa">Iosif Trifa</a> .... ?<br />42.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nichita_St%C4%83nescu" title="Nichita Stănescu">Nichita Stănescu</a> .... a<br />43.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Creang%C4%83" title="Ion Creangă">Ion Creangă</a> .... A<br />44.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=M%C4%83dalina_Manole&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Mădalina Manole (page does not exist)">Mădalina Manole</a> .... ?<br />45.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corneliu_Vadim_Tudor">Corneliu Vadim Tudor</a> .... A<br />46.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traian_Vuia" title="Traian Vuia">Traian Vuia</a> .... ?<br />47.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucian_Blaga" title="Lucian Blaga">Lucian Blaga</a> .... a<br />48.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Emil_Palade" title="George Emil Palade">George Emil Palade</a> .... a<br />49.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana_Aslan" title="Ana Aslan">Ana Aslan</a> .... ?<br />50.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adrian_Mutu" title="Adrian Mutu">Adrian Mutu</a> .... a<br />51.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Florin_Piersic&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Florin Piersic (page does not exist)">Florin Piersic</a> .... ?<br />52.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mihail_Kog%C4%83lniceanu" title="Mihail Kogălniceanu">Mihail Kogălniceanu</a> .... A<br />53.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Iancsi_Korossy&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Iancsi Korossy (page does not exist)">Iancsi Korossy</a> .... ?<br />54.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimitrie_Cantemir" title="Dimitrie Cantemir">Dimitrie Cantemir</a> .... a<br />55.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilie_N%C4%83stase" title="Ilie Năstase">Ilie Năstase</a> .... ?<br />56.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gheorghe_Zamfir" title="Gheorghe Zamfir">Gheorghe Zamfir</a> .... ?<br />57.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gic%C4%83_Petrescu" title="Gică Petrescu">Gică Petrescu</a> .... ?<br />58.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elisabeta_Rizea" title="Elisabeta Rizea">Elisabeta Rizea</a> .... ?<br />59.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bul%C4%83" title="Bulă">Bulă</a> .... ?<br />60.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amza_Pellea" title="Amza Pellea">Amza Pellea</a> .... ?<br />61.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matei_Corvin" title="Matei Corvin">Matei Corvin</a> .... ?<br />62.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mircea_cel_B%C4%83tr%C3%A2n" title="Mircea cel Bătrân">Mircea cel Bătrân</a> .... A<br />63.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titu_Maiorescu" title="Titu Maiorescu">Titu Maiorescu</a> .... ?<br />64.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toma_Caragiu" title="Toma Caragiu">Toma Caragiu</a> .... a<br />65.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mihai_Tr%C4%83istariu" title="Mihai Trăistariu">Mihai Trăistariu</a> .... ?<br />66.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andreea_Marin" title="Andreea Marin">Andreea Marin</a> .... ?<br />67.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Racovi%C5%A3%C4%83" title="Emil Racoviţă">Emil Racoviţă</a> .... a<br />68.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Babe%C5%9F" title="Victor Babeş">Victor Babeş</a> .... a<br />69.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolae_B%C4%83lcescu" title="Nicolae Bălcescu">Nicolae Bălcescu</a> .... A<br />70.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horia-Roman_Patapievici" title="Horia-Roman Patapievici">Horia-Roman Patapievici</a> .... ?<br />71.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_Iliescu" title="Ion Iliescu">Ion Iliescu</a> .... A<br />72.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marin_Preda" title="Marin Preda">Marin Preda</a> .... a<br />73.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugen_Ionescu" title="Eugen Ionescu">Eugen Ionescu</a> .... B<br />74.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dumitru_St%C4%83niloae" title="Dumitru Stăniloae">Dumitru Stăniloae</a> .... ?<br />75.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandru_Todea" title="Alexandru Todea">Alexandru Todea</a> .... ?<br />76.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tudor_Gheorghe" title="Tudor Gheorghe">Tudor Gheorghe</a> .... A<br />77.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ion_%C5%A2iriac" title="Ion Ţiriac">Ion Ţiriac</a> .... A<br />78.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilie_Cleopa" title="Ilie Cleopa">Ilie Cleopa</a> .... ?<br />79.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arsenie_Boca" title="Arsenie Boca">Arsenie Boca</a> .... ?<br />80.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B%C4%83nel_Nicoli%C5%A3%C4%83" title="Bănel Nicoliţă">Bănel Nicoliţă</a> .... ?<br />81.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Dumitru_Cornilescu&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Dumitru Cornilescu (page does not exist)">Dumitru Cornilescu</a> .... ?<br />82.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grigore_Moisil" title="Grigore Moisil">Grigore Moisil</a> .... ?<br />83.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claudiu_Niculescu" title="Claudiu Niculescu">Claudiu Niculescu</a> .... ?<br />84.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florentin_Petre" title="Florentin Petre">Florentin Petre</a> .... a<br />85.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marius_Moga" title="Marius Moga">Marius Moga</a> .... ?<br />86.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolae_Steinhardt" title="Nicolae Steinhardt">Nicolae Steinhardt</a> .... ?<br />87.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_Stoica" title="Laura Stoica">Laura Stoica</a> .... ?<br />88.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C4%83t%C4%83lin_H%C3%A2ldan" title="Cătălin Hâldan">Cătălin Hâldan</a> .... ?<br />89.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anghel_Saligny" title="Anghel Saligny">Anghel Saligny</a> .... a<br />90.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Patzaichin" title="Ivan Patzaichin">Ivan Patzaichin</a> .... ?<br />91.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_T%C4%83nase" title="Maria Tănase">Maria Tănase</a> .... a<br />92.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sergiu_Nicolaescu" title="Sergiu Nicolaescu">Sergiu Nicolaescu</a> .... ?<br />93.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octavian_Paler" title="Octavian Paler">Octavian Paler</a> .... ?<br />94.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;">Eroul Necunoscut - the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomb_of_the_Unknown_Soldier_in_Bucharest" title="Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Bucharest">Unknown Hero</a> .... B<br />95.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ciprian_Porumbescu" title="Ciprian Porumbescu">Ciprian Porumbescu</a> .... a<br />96.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicu_Covaci" title="Nicu Covaci">Nicolae Covaci</a> .... ?<br />97.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dumitru_Prunariu" title="Dumitru Prunariu">Dumitru Prunariu</a> .... ?<br />98.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iancu_de_Hunedoara" title="Iancu de Hunedoara">Iancu de Hunedoara</a> .... a<br />99.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantin_Noica" title="Constantin Noica">Constantin Noica</a> .... ?<br />100.<span style=""> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Badea_C%C3%A2r%C5%A3an" title="Badea Cârţan">Badea Cârţan</a> .... ?</span>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-10229624698555637782009-04-06T22:33:00.011+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.282+01:00Welcoming spring<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Welcoming Spring (Phase 1): Martişor Remnants</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://este-sudeste.blogspot.com/2009/03/martisor-fericit.html">Martişor</a>, Romania (1st March)</span>. As in other cold countries, the joy of having spring coming begins early, when the snow starts melting down: some years, like this one, is already quite warm and there's no snow down the valleys (it mught snow again, though), some other years with cold, long winters there's still snow in March, and it's freezing, but the sun light gets warmer and days become longer anyway, that's unstoppable. And the first wild flowers sprout: in Romanian, that's the ghiocel.<br />
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First week of March is the week of early celebration of spring in Romania, is Martişor. Apart from ghiocel, women get small presents tied with white-red ribbons to wear that week as <a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3418398797_d4bc08e219.jpg?v=0"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3418398797_d4bc08e219.jpg?v=0" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 127px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 192px;" /></a>lapel pins: those are the martişoare. After that week martişoare are tied in trees, tokens calling for the spring to come.<br />
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These ones at Cişmigiu certainly succeeded!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Welcoming Spring (</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Phase 2</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">): Palm Sunday</span><br />
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<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3418407889_5951d555b4.jpg?v=0"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3418407889_5951d555b4.jpg?v=0" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 176px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 117px;" /></a>Catholic and Orthodox Palm Sunday, Romania (5th April and 12th April). The flowers to be offered and blessed in such a date are beautiful, brief symbols of early spring: fragile narcisus and this brownish branch with cotton buttons that I've seen both here and also in Russia, but always in bouquets... So I still don't know which bush or tree is, and which kind of flowers or fruits are born after that soft shoots.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Wel</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">coming Spring (</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Phase 3</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">): Easter</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Orthodox Easter, Romania (still to come -19th April-)</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">1. Painted eggs. </span>They still keep the tradition, no fake. (Well, not only fake...). This craftmade one is pretty, but maybe the funniest thing <a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3419225128_a516ac8fd8.jpg?v=0"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3612/3419225128_a516ac8fd8.jpg?v=0" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 176px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 117px;" /></a>I've seen here is a common tray of eggs with painted ones at Carrefour. Perfect for busy Mommies and Daddies!<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">2. Lumina. </span>On Holy Friday night, you go to the church with a candle. The Pope bless the first fire and then the light passes from one people to the next, in a lighting row that is worth seeing. You have to keep it lit until you get home, and let it to extinguish by itself: your house will be blessed the whole year. The rite starts at midnight more or less, but Mass goes on all night, so you can get your light at any time. And the next morning there's some holy breakfast, also... What I liked the most last year was the mixture between religious fervour and pagan joy, between Christmas Eve and New Years Eve: praying and quiet people near the Pope, inside the tiny churches, and noisy families and young people waiting outside, chatting and eating seeds, waiting their candle to be lit to go home and then, in the case of young people, to go out and party.</div>
</div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-26596914093712268752009-04-04T17:54:00.009+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.388+01:00Maneaua ucide (Manea can kill)<div style="text-align: justify;">I can't leave Romania without dedicating a post to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manele"><span style="font-style: italic;">Manele</span></a> (sg. <span style="font-style: italic;">manea</span>), a musical trend that is, in relation with Balkan folk music, the same as Reggaeton in relation with salsa. And both <span style="font-style: italic;">Manele </span>and Reggaeton are social fenomena that go well beyond the music to create around them a subculture, a way of dressing, a way of thinking and a scale of values.<br />Loud and gross taxi music usually is much more than music, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Manele </span>certainly is loud and gross.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Manelişti </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">Manele </span>singers) are as recognizable as hip hop singers are. Men usually wear bright unbottoned shirts, gold chains and rings, coulour suits and sunglasses.<br />Men and boys, I should say, because there's quite a few "baby singers": eight, ten, twelve -year-old <span style="font-style: italic;">Manelişti minunaţi</span> (wonderful <span style="font-style: italic;">Manele </span>singers) singing stories on power, money and sexy girls... and dancing surrounded by that very sexy girls in videoclips that are everything but for children.<br />So there's <span style="font-style: italic;">Manele </span>singers of all ages... I think the oonly thing that changes in their loooks with the time is the growing beer belly.<br />And there's also femenine <span style="font-style: italic;">Manele </span>stars, not only sexy chorus girls. Both the sexy chorus and the singers have a similar look: straight hair, long and frequently dyed white blonde or crow black; huge earring hoops on the ears; blinding clothes with broad necklines; tiny miniskirts or tight pants. I would say that singers usually are dressed in a more modest way than chorus girls (that is, they show less of their boobs).<br /><br />Manele videos have a karaoke, home-made style. Banknotes, cars and girls are frequent motifs, sometimes in a verz popular environment (country roads and Romanian villages), sometimes in luxurious saloons and pools.<br /><br />And lyrics? Well, apart from love (that is a recurrent theme in every musical genre), I would say that <span style="font-style: italic;">Manelişti </span>sing mainly about success and/or community values: pretty girls and nice cars.,on the one side, and community life and happiness at home, on the other. Quite a mixture...<br />There's quite a few of songs that talk about easy success: the singer boasts about being rich without working, for example.<br />And, as it happens to rap lyrics, <span style="font-style: italic;">manele </span>lyrics are very much influenced by current events; songs about emigration (about coming back rich, about getting rich there without working, about prefering to stay in Romania to leave the country), and there's already more than one <span style="font-style: italic;">manea</span> on the financial crisis... So you can't say that <span style="font-style: italic;">manele </span>is not dynamic!<br /><br />But I think it's better to let the images to speak by themselves. No matter if you don't understand the lyrics: myself, I began to be amazed by this videos when i couldn't understand a word...<br />Just some examples, but in Youtube you can find videos enough to entertain yourself a long time... So you can become a <span style="font-style: italic;">manele </span>fan abroad, no matter if you don't have access to the Manele TV channels that exist in Romania!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nicolae Guta</span><br />The most popular <span style="font-style: italic;">manelist</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span></span><span><span><span> A couple of songs: "You haven't got courage" and</span></span></span><span><span><span> a fragment of "European Gipsy" ("even if I go on holidays I make money from the distance...").</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kk8bb-E1WxA&hl=es&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kk8bb-E1WxA&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ghzniB47uk&hl=es&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ghzniB47uk&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Criza financiara, </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">by Stefan & Narcis</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span>"They say that there's a financial crisis, but I don't care, as it doesn't affect me..."</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLJ5Xt38HE0&hl=es&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLJ5Xt38HE0&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mihaela Minune</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> & DJ Willy</span><br />"Be careful, the wolf comes...". Sung in duet together with a rapper; <span style="font-style: italic;">manele </span>is, above all, a party, and duets are frequent, between <span style="font-style: italic;">manele </span>artists but also with hip hop and reggaeton ones.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0aj3csVOgc&hl=es&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q0aj3csVOgc&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adrian, Copilul Minunat / Adi de Vito</span><br />Adrian, "the wonderdul child" got older but not taller... So he changed his artistic name to Adi de Vito (because of his Danny de Vito looks) and went on singing.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiYI-XB9_gE&hl=es&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiYI-XB9_gE&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Babi Minune & Denisa</span><br />"The wonderful baby", the current heir of so many Manele children, such as Copilul Minunat or Copilul de Aur (The Golden child). Here you have a love song with worrying difference of age between lovers...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSesQB7EgdQ&hl=es&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSesQB7EgdQ&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-84052133743197500732009-04-02T18:50:00.009+02:002014-08-26T22:05:13.235+02:00Estereotipos regionales<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Me resultan muy curiosos los estereotipos nacionales; como el horóscopo, aunque no me los crea está bien conocerlos. Y realmente, si conoces los estereotipos nacionales entiendes mucho mejor el país o determinadas reacciones de la gente, o aspectos de cultura general. Cuatro ejemplos rumanos que me vienen a la mente:</div>
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<li>Los <span style="font-weight: bold;">gitanos</span>. Los mismos estereotipos que en España, pero más acusados, o más verbalizados. Resulta paradójico estar en un país en el que se insiste muchísimo en trazar la línea entre gitano y no gitano, mientras que su imagen país en el exterior se asocia altamente con el sector más marginal de los gitanos, a pesar de los miles de rumanos no gitanos y gitanos no marginales que viven en España, Italia...</li>
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<li>Los <span style="font-weight: bold;">húngaros</span>. La verdad es que no me ha quedado claro todavía qué significa ser húngaro en Rumania... Recuerdo un comentario que me hicieron sobre el anterior ministro de Obras Públicas y Desarrollo Local, László Borbély, en una conferencia: "pero ten en cuenta que es húngaro". No me quedó claro exactamente cuál era el peligro, pero había un peligro... El tono era negativo. El origen de esta mala vecindad está, claro, en la historia y el territorio: húngaros en todo el norte de Transilvania y dejando huella en Cluj-Napoca y Targu Mures, y rumanos en el sur de Hungría.</li>
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<li>Los habitantes de <span style="font-weight: bold;">Argés</span>. Protagonistas, junto con las rubias, de los chistes sobre tontos, llevándose la palma, por tanto, las rubias de Argés.</li>
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<li>Las <span style="font-weight: bold;">moldavas </span>(de República de Moldavia). Muy guapas, dicen unos, muy putas, dicen otros. Similar al estereotipo de las ucranianas en Rusia, y a esa gradación "mediterránea" que puntúa a portuguesas, italianas, españolas y francesas según grado de "frescura"...</li>
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¿Y los <span style="font-weight: bold;">moldavos</span>? [Antes de continuar, debo aclarar que Moldavia es el nombre de un Estado independiente, y también de la región rumana que colinda con él, a la que me refiero ahora mismo, y en referencia a la cual la franja lingüísticamente rumana de Moldavia, reclamada por los irredentistas, se denomina Besarabia]<br />
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¿Y los moldavos? Recientemente estuve en <span style="font-weight: bold;">Iaşi</span>, una de las tres ciudades (Timişoara, Cluj-Napoca y Iaşi) que se disputan el puesto en el ranking de principales ciudades de Rumania, después del indiscutible primer lugar de Bucarest. Iaşi, la ciudad de los tilos, las 365 iglesias y las 7 colinas, el segundo centro universitario después de Bucarest, es una ciudad con mucha historia, sede del patriarcado de Moldavia, sede del gobierno rumano durante la Primera Guerra Mundial y lugar donde se firmó la unidad entre los tres principados rumanos (Valaquia, Moldavia y transilvania). Pero es también la principal ciudad de Moldavia, que es la región más pobre de Rumania, y que presenta peores indicadores macroeconómicos y un peor (si cabe) de las infraestructuras de comunicaciones. Por eso, contándole a un conocido rumano lo mucho que me había gustado la ciudad, que tiene algo del caos de Bucarest pero un encanto especial en sus calles, le comenté también lo que me había sorprendido el dinamismo de la ciudad, no sólo a nivel de calle, sino de las reuniones y entrevistas de trabajo que había mantenido. Y mi conocido me respondió con un "normal, son moldavos"; cosa que a mí me sorprendió, ya que asumía un estereotipo similar al de los andaluces (Iasi-Sevilla), reservando la seriedad y el dinamismo a la parte "que funciona bien", la sajona <span style="font-weight: bold;">Timis </span>y la húngara <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cluj </span>(Cluj-Barcelona).<br />
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Pero no, resulta que el tópico, que mi conocido me explicó, es que:</div>
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<li>los <span style="font-weight: bold;">valaquios </span>son "viva la virgen" y caóticos (yo les aplicaría el estereotipo de balcánicos...).</li>
<li>los de Cluj (¿<span style="font-weight: bold;">transilvanos</span>, húngaro-transilvanos?) no acaban de concretar, hablan mucho y hacen poco.</li>
<li>los <span style="font-weight: bold;">moldavos </span>no son muy listos pero trabajan con perseverancia y sacan las cosas bien y rápido.</li>
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Me resultó muy curioso este tópico, que no corresponde con una situación política o socioeconómica de base que habitualmente es el punto de partida que se distorsiona y del que se hacen extrapolaciones y simplificaciones, igual que los mitos surgen de la hechos históricos.<br />
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Pero recuerdo a todas esas viejas de ochenta años yendo en bicicleta cuesta arriba que vi por los pueblos de Moldavia en verano, y bueno, la verdad es que la perseverancia, ciertamente, la cultivan...</div>
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Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-73034176900688911942009-03-29T20:53:00.006+02:002011-12-26T05:53:27.657+01:00Some Romanian street cuisine / Gastronomía callejera<div style="text-align: justify;">One sunny day you jump out of bed and to the streets, meet some friends, wander around, not willing to stop to eat long in any place, going from here to there, recovering your strenght with little bits of this and that... Let me introduce you some typical Romanian these and those:<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Un domingo soleado te levantas de la cama con ganas de tomar las calles, llamas a algunos amigos y os dedicáis a pasear</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> sin rumbo, tal vez a hacer alguna foto, a bromear y observar, sin ganas de parar a comer en ninguna parte y rom</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">eper el ritmo, picando alguna cosa aquí y allá. Dejadme que os cuente algunas de las cosas curiosas que puedes comer por la calle sin pararte mucho:</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Covrig</span>:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://casadecomenzi-tm.ro/images/covrigiCuSusanPatiserie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://casadecomenzi-tm.ro/images/covrigiCuSusanPatiserie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It's a piece of salted bread similar to the german pretzel. You can find it at street stalls of in small shops calles "<span style="font-weight: bold;">covrigerie</span>". No wonder that the best ones can be found at villages, cooked using the oil from frying sausages... You can buy a whole ring-shape buch of them, tied with a cord, or sometimes bigger lace-shape ones, by units. They can be sweet, but the good ones are salty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.remina.ro/imagini_files/covrigi_80g_100_75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 92px;" src="http://www.remina.ro/imagini_files/covrigi_80g_100_75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Se trata de u</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">n pedazo de pan salado y aderezado similar al pretzel alemán, que se vende o bien en puesto</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">s callejeros o en pequeñas tiendas "<span style="font-weight: bold;">covrigerie</span>". Como todo en esta vida, los mejore</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">s son los que se venden en los pueblos, cocinados reutilizando el aceite de freir chorizos... A veces se hacen circulares, y se venden atados con una cuerda, como un collar; otras, tiene form</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">a de lazo y se venden por unidades. Pueden ser dulces, peor los buenos son los salados.</span> </div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gogoaşa:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.afaceri-francize.ro/articole/med/1212497516.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 93px;" src="http://www.afaceri-francize.ro/articole/med/1212497516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The Romanian doughnut: usually no hole but filling. Sold, amongst other places, in a "<span style="font-weight: bold;">gogoşerie</span>"... Romanian sweets are quite good, try <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">placinta cu mere sau branza</span> (apple or cheese pie), revisited chocolate cakes of German or French inspiration, the different kinds of the sweet bread called <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">cozonac</span>... And of course, the a fried cheese doughnut called <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">papanaşi </span>(plural, as it's served in pairs); this one is a hot dessert, though, not a street one, that takes 20 minutes to be ready. One important thing is that the Romanian bakery shops selling home-made products look like industrial bakery shops to an unaccostumed eye... No matter how ugly might be the shop, if there's a<span style="font-style: italic;"> laborator propriu</span> sign, you might give a try...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid88GhdTLFD4z2o5FT9CCViniOAWR3rF1MYPmMr0PosFZ_nFbR9RRYKs9kC9xJOJs1WL98qITiF8nX6sgx_PGRVtT4rNODHhXwqVIGGSuU8xC-JNEdlUJq_o2S6KcM8XMzcjL_VyTZd-w/s1600-h/20090315_1484.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid88GhdTLFD4z2o5FT9CCViniOAWR3rF1MYPmMr0PosFZ_nFbR9RRYKs9kC9xJOJs1WL98qITiF8nX6sgx_PGRVtT4rNODHhXwqVIGGSuU8xC-JNEdlUJq_o2S6KcM8XMzcjL_VyTZd-w/s200/20090315_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318694219389892306" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">El donuts rumano, aunque más a menudo relleno que con agujero. Se vende en las "<span style="font-weight: bold;">gogoşerie</span>", pero también en panaderías y p[astelerías en general. Los dulces rumanos son bastante buenos, desde los pasteles de manzana o de queso (</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">placinta cu mere / cu branza</span><span style="font-style: italic;">)</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> a estupendas tartas de chocolate de inspiración germana o francesa pero con un toque local, o plumcakes llamados </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">cozonac</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">. Probablemente el postre más especial son los </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">papanaşi</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">, unos donuts calientes de queso que se sirven en parejas; aunque este es un postre caliente que tarda 20 minutos en hacerse y no se encuentra en puestos callejeros, lógicamente. A la hora de compra dulces es importantes saber que en Rumania las buenas pastelerías no son necesariamente las bien arregladas, más bien todo lo contrario; las pastelerías artesanas parecen, para el observador no habituado, tiendas de bollería industrial. Así que, aunque ka tienda sea fea, si tiene un cartel de </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> laborator propriu</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">, merece la pena probar...</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mici (cu bere/limonad):</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.servingromania.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/mici.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 102px;" src="http://www.servingromania.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/mici.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Mici are fried minced meat prepared with cylindrical shape... Appart from restaurants, during summer, you can try them in every park, river side or terrace. They can be very tasty or awful, as it happens with this kind of food... specially as they cointain a very particular "secret" ingredient that if abused is everything but easy: sodium bicarbonate. A fresh local <span style="font-weight: bold;">beer </span>(Ursus, Ciuc, Silva...) suits them very well. Or a lemonade... That great Romanian <span style="font-weight: bold;">lemonade</span>, with honey instead of sugar, an upgraded recipe that will come with me, for sure, in my way back home...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.w-co.co.uk/img/portfolio/ursus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.w-co.co.uk/img/portfolio/ursus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Son unas albóndigas de forma cilíndrica que puede pedir no sólo en restaurantes, sino en cualquier terraza en el verano, en parques, plazas o lagos. Como suele pasar con este tipo de comida, pueden estar muy sabrosos o terrioblemente malos... Especialmente si se tiene en cuenta que uno de sus ingredientes es el bicarbonato sódico, que será bueno para la digestión, pero cuidado con la dosis... Como acompañamiento, no está mal una buena <span style="font-weight: bold;">cerveza </span>local (Ursus, Ciuc, Silva...), o una <span style="font-weight: bold;">limonada con miel</span>. Parecerá una tontería, pero echar miel en vez de azúcar a la limonada ha sido un descubrimiento que no olvidaré, y que viajará conmigo de vuelta a España...</span></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-34818274626248435822009-03-26T22:53:00.003+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.435+01:00Algunos cables imposibles / Some impossible cables<div style="text-align: justify;">Bucharest city, anywhere, anytime....<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Bucarest, en cualquier sitio, en cualquier lugar...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Around 80% of all these cables are Telco-related (Telephone, Internet, Cable TV): good news! You won't get electrocuted!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Aproximadamente el 80% de estos cables son de transmisión de datos (telefonía, Internet, televisión por cable). Son buenas noticias, ¿verdad? ¡Al menos no corres peligro de electrocutarte!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The project of burying all cables in the Sector 1 City centre was in the programme of the former City Mayor; that is, it was supposed to be implemented in 2005-2008. I've been told by different sources that this is THE year. I've been told by vaious sources that the works DID START. Y haven't seen them with my own eyes yet, though.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">El proyecto de sorterrar el cableado fue una promesa electoral del anterior equipo municipal quedebería haberse llevado a cabo entre 2005 y 2008, pero no fue así. Me han dicho varias personas que durante 2009 se llevar;á a cabo por fin. Me han dicho que ya han empezado los trabajos. Yo no los he visto todavía con mis propios ojos, no puedo confirmarlo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">City centre, Sector 1... And beyond?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Centro ciudad, sector 1... ¿Y más allá?</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3272204387_8e89d02ff9.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3272204387_8e89d02ff9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2895548259_36b7429c98.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2895548259_36b7429c98.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2904423899_e3a9c7984b.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2904423899_e3a9c7984b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3101/2286729718_d7991be92c.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3101/2286729718_d7991be92c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2253887163_fd546ecd07.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2253887163_fd546ecd07.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/2286728192_9ccaf67225.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/2286728192_9ccaf67225.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3647/3368158375_480e5d5ce5.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 238px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3647/3368158375_480e5d5ce5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3368158161_c5714caafb.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 238px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3368158161_c5714caafb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-58140691779469118082009-03-25T22:25:00.004+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.555+01:00Comentario de textos<div style="text-align: justify;">Queriendo hoy hablar un poco sobre política rumana, estoy casi obligada por la actualidad a hablar del <a href="http://www.nineoclock.ro/index.php?page=detalii&categorie=politics&id=20090325-510547">escándalo Baneasa</a> que acaba de explotar esta mañana, con un toque de especulación inmobiliaria, políticos de todo tipo salpicados, ricos en la sombra sin foto en los periódicos, implicación de los servicios secretos, Gigi Becalli adornando el pastel, esta vez desde el otro lado de la barrera...<br /><br />Pero la verdad es que quería hablar de otra cosa, porque no he hehco los deberes esta semana, y llevo desde hace una semana un recorte de prensa en el bolsillo, una noticia que me dio mucho que pensar, y me confirmó bastantes cosas.<br /><br />La noticia, del 20 de marzo, informaba de la <a href="http://www.zf.ro/eveniment/sarbu-a-demis-60-de-directori-ai-apia-4064138/">destitución por parte del Ministro de Agricultura de 60 directores regionales de la APIA</a>, la Agencia de Pagos e Intervención en Agricultura, encargada de hacer efectivas las subvenciones estatales y europeas al sector agrícola.<br /><br />Aunque no sigo la cuestión de la política agraria con la atención que he seguido la absorción por parte de Rumania de otros fondos europeos, hace tiempo que sospechaba que no debía estar funcionando la cosa muy bien, porque no era normal que no me hubiera encontrado anuncios o noticias al respecto. Así que la noticia, aun con un titular tan pesado, me interesaba, esperando poder leer algunos datos al respecto... Pero no me esperaba leer tanto entre líneas.<br /><br />La razón de la destitución, efectivamente, tenía que ver con la incapacidad de gestionar los fondos... ¿O no? Dice el ministro, Constantin Sarbu, que ha destituido los 60 directores de la APIA "porque no han respetado el plazo establecido el 15 de marzo para empezar a pagar las subvenciones por hectárea. Les hemos dado cuatro días, pero me han dicho que necesitaban tres semanas". No sé quién tiene la razón, pero o bien acabo de encontrar un contubernio judeo-masónico de los que le gustaban tanto a Franco, o bien hay algo que no funciona, ya sea la decisión política (cuatro días siendo un plazo imposible de cumplir) o el engranaje administrativo. Pero en este último caso, ¿no habría que resolver el problema estructural de funcionamiento, y no despedir a 60 cargos directivos de carácter técnico?<br /><br />Sigo leyendo, y pensando, y me encuentro con un párrafo explosivo, en el que se cuenta lo siguiente que el director de la APIA dimitió el 12 de febrero debido a "ingerencias políticas en una actividad estrictamente técnica", y que esta semana se va a abrir el segundo concuros para la selección de su sustituto, ya que el primero, que tuvo lugar a finales de febrero, quedó desierto, ya que no se presentó ningún candidato.<br /><br />NINGÚN CANDIDATO. Si me quedaba alguna duda de la posible injerencia política, este dato es absolutamente esclarecedor: qué cantidad de veneno contendrá un pastel que nadie se atreve a probar...<br /><br />El detonante de todo, efectivamente, ha sido la pérdida de parte del dinero asignado por Europa en esta materia, y basta con conocer los datos que se muestran en el último párrafo del artículo. Cada año se deben hacer efectivas antes del 30 de junio las subvenciones por hectárea correspondientes a la anualidad anterior, perdiendo Rumania el dinero que no se capaz de distrubuir antes de esta fecha. Rumania fue penalizada por un valor de 8,4 millones de euros por las subvenciones correspondientes a la anualidad de 2007 que no fue capaz de hacer efectivas antes de 30 de junio de 2008... ¿Qué pasará con la anualidad de 2008, tras tres meses de parálisis política y administrativa entre las elecciones parlamentarias de principios de diciembre y la aprobación de los presupuestos generales del Estado ya entrado marzo? Los pagos no han empezado a hacerse efectivos... ¿Acelerará el proceso la destitución en masa de cuadros directivos? Lo dudo.<br /><br />Y lo más grave es que no es un caso aislado. Recuerdo ahora mismo dos casos de dimisiones significativas. La primera, la más pública y flagrante, que llegó a tener reflejo en medios internacionales, fue la <a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/internacional/conservador/Emil/Boc/sera/nuevo/primer/ministro/Rumania/elpepuint/20081215elpepuint_12/Tes">renuncia de Teodor Stolojan a presentarse a la investidura como Primer Ministro tan sólo cinco días después de haber sido anunciada su designación</a> (11-16 diciembre de 2008). Más víboras de las previstas debían vivir en el nido... <a href="http://www.mediafax.ro/engleza/romanian-interior-minister-resigns.html?6966;3855461">La segunda dimisión fue la del Ministro del Interior, Liviu Dragnea</a>, el 2 de febrero de 2009, dos semanas después de su nombramiento el 20 de enero del mismo año. Liviu Dragnea basó su decisión, fundamentalmente, en la imposibilidad de asumir y llevar a cabo sus proyectos como ministro con la baja financiación asignada al ministerio; sin embargo, la mención también de las tensiones en la coalición de gobierno asociaba a su decisión también un elemento de injerencia política en la puesta en marcha de un programa que, es de suponer, diez días antes, en el momento de su nombramiento, alguien había respaldado, pero ya no.<br /><br />No hay declaración pública del gobierno actual en la que no se mencione, antes de entrar en temas más actruales, en los errores del gobierno anterior y la carga que suponen para éste. La oposición no ha dejado al gobienro actual los 100 días de rigor al gobierno actual antes de iniciar su ataque. La maquinaria administrativa sólo en marzo ha retomado la marcha, lentamente, tras tres meses de parón; el ambiente político no se ha enfriado, ni se va a enfriar en los próximos meses, ya que hay elecciones presidenciales en otoño.<br /><br />Este año pinta mal en Rumania, y una legislatura que pierde un año difícilmente se recupera, y el reloj 2007-2013 sigue su curso. Van pasando esos seis años que se le ha dado a Rumania para recorrer el camino que otros países recorrimos en 15 ó 20 años...<br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-72489187241062313822009-03-22T10:35:00.009+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.650+01:00Prosperidad y trabajo<div style="text-align: justify;">Fin de semana en Madrid, paseando por la calles, disfrutando de unas tapas, disfrutando de algo de sol. Como siempre, admirándome ahora de escuchar en todas partes fragmentos de conversaciones en rumano que antes me pasaban desapercibidas, de maravillarme de lo absolutamente indistinguibles que son los cientos de miles de rumanos que viven en Madrid, que en el imaginario colectivo español, lamentablemente, se representan habitualmente con la apariencia y actitudes de los gitanos zíngaros mendicantes.<br /><br />Imaginarios colectivos. Envidia, celos, amargura, falsos culpables. Gitanos zíngaros mendicantes.<br /><br />En el vagón del metro, como es bastante habitual, entra una muchacha zíngara con un niño en brazos, rostro moreno y tiznado, pelo despeinado, falda amplia y colorida, jersey desparejado. Inicia su cantinela: <span style="font-style: italic;">no-ten-go-ca-sa, no-ten-go-tra-ba-jo, no-ten-go-di-ne-ro, soy una chica pobre-ci-ta, ayúdenme...</span><br /><br />Recorre el vagón y se queda en la puerta esperando la siguiente parada, justo al lado de la fila de asientos en la que estoy sentada. Se acerca un español de unos treinta y cinco o cuarenta años, que también va a bajarse en la siguiente estación, y dice:<br /><br /><blockquote>- ¿De donde eres? ¿Rumana, no?<br />- (...)<br />- Pues ahora hay más trabajo en Rumania que aquí.<br />- (...)<br />- Sí, te lo digo yo, hay más trabajo en Rumania. Porque nos habéis arruinado. Hay más trabajo. Rumania es ahora más próspera que España.</blockquote><br />Se abren las puertas, y se baja la gitana mendicante, con su niño y su falda, igualita a la zíngara mendicante que se sienta todos los días a pedir cerca de mi casa en Bucarest, camino del mercado de Piata Amzei. Igual de igualita que las otras gitanas rumanas lo son a las otras gitanas españolas, como las gitanas que viven en la parte vieja del centro histórico, con sus matas de pelo negro, sus aros dorados en las orejas y sus vaqueros embutidos que me recuerdan a la gitanas de barrio españolas cuando gritan a sus niños desde las ventanas del último piso para que dejen de jugar y trastear y suban a casa, hagan recados, obedezcan... Igual de igualitos a los españoles que son los rumanos que evitan a unas y a las otras, y le dicen a sus niños que "no hagan gitanadas" (nu faceţi ţiganie). Dos comunidades viviendo en paralelo como nosotros en España, si bien es cierto que en España ya no está bien visto decir cosas que en Rumania se afirman sin ningún rubor.<br /><br />Y se baja el hombre preocupado por la crisis, amargado, probablemente algo aliviado de poder echarles la culpa a "ellos", reclamándoles a "ellos" que devuelvan su parte del pastel que nos repartimos todos en tiempos de bonanza. Bonanza que también "ellos" ayudaron a construir.<br /><br />Y yo me quedo pensativa y melancólica... Porque ojalá, por qué no, Rumania fuera más próspera, o al menos igual de próspera que España.<br /><br />Pero me temo que para alcanzar la prosperidad se necesitan muchos años de abundancia de trabajo, y bastantes otras cosas... Entre otras, confianza en el futuro del propio país, una cosa que, lamentablemente, los rumanos no acaban de adquirir. Y sin ella, construir la prosperidad es muy difícil.<br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-78955317863527208342009-03-19T22:44:00.011+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.690+01:00Separación de residuos<div style="text-align: justify;">Rumania es un país maximalista, que lo quiere todo y ya, lo que en la peculiar forma de caos burocrático en la que se opera aqui a menudo, puede resultar en no obtener nada y nunca. Esto de ser maximalista les pasa, pienso a veces, a casi todos los países que alguna vez fueron imperio, sea en el siglo III a.C., XV o XX, queda en el subconsciente colectivo la idea de que se puede obtener todo, una idea construida sobre un espejismo.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />¿A que viene esto? Bueno, esta semana en concreto me vino la idea a la cabeza con el tema del reciclado de desechos. Resumo el contexto de forma muy breve: en Rumania no se reciclan los desechos, no hay plantas de tratamiento de residuos urbanos ni de tratamiento de aguas. Hace un par de semanas la Unión Europea publicó una comparativa a nivel europeo en estos temas y Rumania estaba en la cola en todos los rankings. Pero tranquilos, sólo hay que confiar en las previsiones del gobierno, que no he visto, pero sospecho que, como en todos estos temas de integración europea (estadísticas sobre inclusión digital o kilómetros de la red de infraestructuras de comunicaciones), consistirán alcanzar la media europea para 2013 y rebasarla para 2025.<br /><br />Y ahí estan el Plan Operativo Regional, con una porrada de dinero procedente de fondos FEDER dirigido a la financiación de infraestructuras públicas (25.000 millones de euros entre 2007 y 2013), entre ellos infraestructuras medioambientales. Y ahí están los lobbies político-empresariales de turno, dificultando algunos de estos proyectos, si no se sitúan en un suelo de propiedad "adecuada"... (Otros no están saliendo por problemas de gestión y de inercia... como a pesar de mi tomo soy optimista, espero que la rueda empiece a girar d eun momento a otro...)<br /><br />¿Reducción de la producción de residuos? Hace alrededor de un mes se ha impuesto a las bolsas de plástico una tasa de 0,20 bani de obligado cobro al cliente que las quiera. No tengo nada que objetar, me parece bien; aunque tanto aquí como en el resto de Europa estoy esperando a que prohíban (y no promuevan) empaquetar los alimentos en miles de capas como si fueran muñecas rusas (un plástico que rodea 3 cajas de cartón de galletas, cada una con una bolsa de plástico que rodea 10 paquetes de plástico de 5 galletas cada una).<br /><br />Y luego está el tema de la separación de residuos para su futuro reciclado. No sé en Timisoara o en Cluj, pero en Bucarest hace menos de un año que han aparecido contenedores municipales para cristal, plásticos y cartones. Ya sé que no se recicla (¿se recicla en Madrid ya? durante años separamos basura que se mezclaba luego en el camión para ir acostumbrándonos, y la verdad es que to personalmente estoy domesticada, pero no sé si finalmente sirve ya por fin para algo). Bueno, como he dicho, yo estoy domesticada, así que cuando vi los contenedores relativamente cerca de mi casa me dio un vuelco el corazón y se me quitó la culpabilidad medioambiental de contaminar por 2,5 planetas o más. Y nada, allí fui yo tan feliz con mis bolsas, para encontrarme que los contenedores de cristal y de plástico tienen unas ranuras redondas en la tapa de un tamaño tal que los tarros de cristal y los desechos de plástico irregulares no hay manera de hacerlos pasar. Ni siquiera un botella de 2 litros de plástico pasa... Así que abandoné el reciclaje, y ahora sólo reciclo el papel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/3009803649_71013031f8.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 189px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/3009803649_71013031f8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Respecto a tirar un embalaje, un electrodoméstico de pequeno tamaño roto, un mueble... Lo único que se puede hacer es dejarlo en la calle y esperar a que el camión de la basura se lo lleve cuando pase. No he visto contenedores de escombros, de esos que a veces se aprovechan (incorrectamente, lo sé) para eso ni siquiera en todas las obras de construcción. La basura en algunos bloques también se baja y se deja apoyada en una farola hasta que llegue el camión; el problema es cuando no tienes claro qué día de la semana pasa... En ese caso se trata de fijarse, y cuando las bolsas de basura empiezas a aparecer como setas, bajar la propia Yo de esto me libro, porque mi casa tiene "tobogán": una tubería por la que se tira la basura de cada piso al contenedor, que está abajo y que alguien se ocupa de sacar. En ruso se llama "tubería de basura", en España no he visto nunca una, así que no sé si tiene nombre.<br /><br />Aun así, son maximalistas, y ponen unas normas imposibles, para que sean cumplidas en el Bucarest ideal de sus sueños. Así que esta semana la administradora de mi bloque ha puesto el siguiente cartel en la puerta de cuarto de basuras (o mejor dicho del balcón de basuras, que da al tobogán):<blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Estimados vecinos: no introduzcan en el tobogán<ul><li>Objetos voluminosos, embalajes grandes.</li><li>Cartones, diarios, revistas.</li><li>Botellas de plástico.</li><li>Piezas de madera.</li><li>Botes y botellas de cristal.</li><li>Bolsas de plástico con mucha basura o con objetos diversos.</li><li>Escombros.</li><li>No vuelquen líquidos.</li></ul>¡Sean limpios!<br /><br />No taponen el edificio con basura.<br /><br />Todas estas normas son para la salud, el bienestar y el confort de todos nosotros.<br /><br />Muchas gracias,<br />La Administración<br /></blockquote><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHqoy2Jgr0jcHtg7lN_hTazEz5CH18tvxEXY3lU4Uh4zAHUYHdlikCBb_yIeUB3rEjAyBR5cxmAsMVNPagj2WHnXaLgPb8qCv8sdSY2I7rhGUdMP7P50GvcEW7D23JeFjLCSOpmfwN4oY/s1600-h/17032009197.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHqoy2Jgr0jcHtg7lN_hTazEz5CH18tvxEXY3lU4Uh4zAHUYHdlikCBb_yIeUB3rEjAyBR5cxmAsMVNPagj2WHnXaLgPb8qCv8sdSY2I7rhGUdMP7P50GvcEW7D23JeFjLCSOpmfwN4oY/s320/17032009197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315028449757893410" border="0" /></a>Y ahora me pregunto qué demonios se puede tirar por el tobogán, y qué demonios harán mis vecinos con su basura, que supongo que será, como la mía, totalmente irregular y con bastantes elementos que no permitidos en el tobogán y que no caben en las ranuras de los contenedores de reciclado. Aunque a lo mejor no sólo genero 2,5 planetas de basura, sino que encima se trata de basura especialmente poco civilizada...<br /><br />Pero es que son maximalistas. O todo o nada. O nada con apariencia de todo.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2896385170_82755f4df1.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 249px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2896385170_82755f4df1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1355/3267451108_222b7fcf77.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 249px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1355/3267451108_222b7fcf77.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a></div></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-15497155756062413582009-03-17T21:50:00.006+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.302+01:00Let's go parking (your car)!<div style="text-align: justify;">Bucharest lacks parking places, a recklessly handled situation that brings, as consequence, that cars are in fact parked everywhere, in every corner and on every inch of the pathways, and we pedestrians are thrown to the roadway. Piaţa Victoriei, the heart of the city, is in fact a huge parking lot that is only cleared of cars when some kind of festival or screen event (the European Football Cup, for example) is organised in it. Bicycle pathways (full of holes in most sections anyway) are blocked by parked cars, and therefore useless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />But despite this chaotic parking, there's still parking problems, and in some spots you find quite orginal "privatized" parking places. You can use, for example, some kind of box to block "your" place in front of the shop you own, or the office you work at. Or you can write your car's plate number on the pavement.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3345181634_cb35b69af4.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 134px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3345181634_cb35b69af4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMC2sI12Pfuvr9CGxb7hZUfmqkTbw_2I9sMNYyDI7tZ4uXKWavOgB2W2G_l_Q-czkhSvQW10jPZaYhMI0McaJcqKYMLdV5KShpk0EroqgnCmS8RteLYU56q93YI1Bhm6Z2MXWY8Z4ddg/s1600-h/20090117_1021_AparcamientoReservado.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMC2sI12Pfuvr9CGxb7hZUfmqkTbw_2I9sMNYyDI7tZ4uXKWavOgB2W2G_l_Q-czkhSvQW10jPZaYhMI0McaJcqKYMLdV5KShpk0EroqgnCmS8RteLYU56q93YI1Bhm6Z2MXWY8Z4ddg/s200/20090117_1021_AparcamientoReservado.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314269106287860994" border="0" /></a><br /></div>And be careful, because if you ignore reserved parking places and you p<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9JE9AZzGVrflBSuKycTRctqsxOdZqdgexGwiZqKyPu7S8e5b88V15bB74lhdN5hAYdjka1Kw8aEFt7tJXz2XDe4FgrUEIG4eqeb83d2x9yfhboqVpLuniUXktWBFrejzpd7p4YjnJgc/s1600-h/17032009194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9JE9AZzGVrflBSuKycTRctqsxOdZqdgexGwiZqKyPu7S8e5b88V15bB74lhdN5hAYdjka1Kw8aEFt7tJXz2XDe4FgrUEIG4eqeb83d2x9yfhboqVpLuniUXktWBFrejzpd7p4YjnJgc/s200/17032009194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268146616261266" border="0" /></a>ark anyway, you could have your car removed, using the "Bucharest way". They won't calling a car crane (has anyone seen a crane around here, by the way?), but they will warn you by raining the windscreen wipers. If you ignore that signal, or just didn't notice because didn't use your car in a couple of days, you'll find your tyres slashed.<br /><br />Chaotic city... Sometimes it's not even clear why one car, like this red one at the photo, deserves slashing while others in the same situation, like are consider "well parked". Misteries of urban life.<br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-42763356170067900202009-03-14T14:13:00.014+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.488+01:00Taxi driver<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I don't like taxis very much, I never did, but I must take quite a few around here, for work. Yesterday, while I was paying a 9 lei ride with a 10 lei note a receiving my change back, I thought I should write something about taxis in Bucharest here. Taxis, in any place, in any city, are often a headache and many times also a curiosity and a source of anecdotes. Bucharest doesn't stand out of this rule.<br />
Yes, you that live in Bucharest and know what's this post about, you read it right: I received my change back. I might be the only person in Bucharest that has no much struggle with taxi drivers, appart from a couple of airport-related experiences of little importance.<br />
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First of all, you must know that Bucharest <span style="font-weight: bold;">taxi cabs are yellow, abundant and cheap</span>.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh-lb4NdPqHCeotVeE98G90MYau_PzQI6G4q9DW1QKfWwcFMrDW1DSsJcPPSUcP_zy8_DgAdt35KUx6YSzHMbEJw4onDFSIXGWaG11H_AJsIaVeTPeaEKCOyzW1UWRlu9HzYC_5ezIKk/s1600-h/Cobalcescu.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042616047337218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh-lb4NdPqHCeotVeE98G90MYau_PzQI6G4q9DW1QKfWwcFMrDW1DSsJcPPSUcP_zy8_DgAdt35KUx6YSzHMbEJw4onDFSIXGWaG11H_AJsIaVeTPeaEKCOyzW1UWRlu9HzYC_5ezIKk/s200/Cobalcescu.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 43px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 81px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9-Uc4N_8sLweuC0fCQ5VLOTpJfinJqHGz1qw7UlPxpv12g-Iqc9riqMTG0asX3Y9-TWGkG4GrQDkGgJkcQ9B5XIB5UsEvRzVwAU4ALzSWZ7WPOkzIQC4nX2mGBHPVOcbXelY7sS32yE/s1600-h/Mondial.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042612234879202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9-Uc4N_8sLweuC0fCQ5VLOTpJfinJqHGz1qw7UlPxpv12g-Iqc9riqMTG0asX3Y9-TWGkG4GrQDkGgJkcQ9B5XIB5UsEvRzVwAU4ALzSWZ7WPOkzIQC4nX2mGBHPVOcbXelY7sS32yE/s200/Mondial.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 38px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 80px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzooZ27L4tK683wkfQOcjRFwL537U3DTIZq4iZL4yW_llY3Tm83Txv4iJTrSsL78MYb8EnjZOPi8zU762Nc80UQv9ns-wodrJQhpjc-yj0d8bZFFGc7uR1lEkjZ-1X37fYgNqmZ6_PHM/s1600-h/20090309_1443.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042620296810082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzooZ27L4tK683wkfQOcjRFwL537U3DTIZq4iZL4yW_llY3Tm83Txv4iJTrSsL78MYb8EnjZOPi8zU762Nc80UQv9ns-wodrJQhpjc-yj0d8bZFFGc7uR1lEkjZ-1X37fYgNqmZ6_PHM/s200/20090309_1443.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 39px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 64px;" /></a>Secondly, you must know that <span style="font-weight: bold;">there's hundreds of taxi companies</span> with names such as Taxi 2001, Taxi Leone, Modern Taxi, Taxi Fly, Taxi Cris, Apolodor Taxi... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjWLnVpdFfBEyGqZuT3OgQUnWdX7hRAym3SeMArcMsrY60Ea_sOQlQndghbkldE_VOFzuRfKnXKpOGFPbc1_aoh0_rTifG6ie_wav0QkKTOOTjgGB4E2Khvd-8v27r3RSIvAr1IJJV34/s1600-h/NumTelefono.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042628551084658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjWLnVpdFfBEyGqZuT3OgQUnWdX7hRAym3SeMArcMsrY60Ea_sOQlQndghbkldE_VOFzuRfKnXKpOGFPbc1_aoh0_rTifG6ie_wav0QkKTOOTjgGB4E2Khvd-8v27r3RSIvAr1IJJV34/s200/NumTelefono.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 48px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 86px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsLf5hKtkAp_86mkz7FT80ow9TpQ_xOLHcNDcbAaEFIQlILQ2Ws4WGhrUqVFUsUEBobqNyTVrzunAbDFQlzbSiEoXAOgWW1SUXH8HwXLwpcgfLPBplQpsv1etiWqNjUZrs_Mg-kR_p_Y/s1600-h/NumTelefono2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042625550816866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsLf5hKtkAp_86mkz7FT80ow9TpQ_xOLHcNDcbAaEFIQlILQ2Ws4WGhrUqVFUsUEBobqNyTVrzunAbDFQlzbSiEoXAOgWW1SUXH8HwXLwpcgfLPBplQpsv1etiWqNjUZrs_Mg-kR_p_Y/s200/NumTelefono2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 50px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 78px;" /></a>Each of them can be called dialling the Bucharest city code (021) plus a 4-digit number. So we can assume there's less than 10.000 companies, if my high-school probabilistic calculus are right :)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHfgCftR6ZtY8ILUxEPi58C4xUW8OSse4QiYoRfxaECqgRBU1pKZHYLKjNS7_I_FxeUPmrMEdlF6yxpdDFyasIaXCxF4TAYFpkhNYO0igW1xff2XEDVOA7OT255M5qZep6_DvrDsqw3s/s1600-h/160lei.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313046083798348466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHfgCftR6ZtY8ILUxEPi58C4xUW8OSse4QiYoRfxaECqgRBU1pKZHYLKjNS7_I_FxeUPmrMEdlF6yxpdDFyasIaXCxF4TAYFpkhNYO0igW1xff2XEDVOA7OT255M5qZep6_DvrDsqw3s/s200/160lei.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 75px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 75px;" /></a>As I already said, taxis are cheap, at least compared to Madrid; I would say even affordable, being of common use, and not of exceptional use, as it happen in Madrid, where many people (including myself) would only use them during working hours and the cost is going to be assumed by your company, or if it's<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIsXYpRdppU0GKxBtIy8HL4laraZt0mJqzilLDE_TpZx0L51hstXbUdookMRtVJaCKEyi94NGiSFxTtHleZmqQ5OS5knHkE7DIPYALoaPftMn3hhG9TkLVtZCQOBuT7_aqMH5bUFR3pw/s1600-h/192lei.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313046086403381586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIsXYpRdppU0GKxBtIy8HL4laraZt0mJqzilLDE_TpZx0L51hstXbUdookMRtVJaCKEyi94NGiSFxTtHleZmqQ5OS5knHkE7DIPYALoaPftMn3hhG9TkLVtZCQOBuT7_aqMH5bUFR3pw/s200/192lei.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 57px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 75px;" /></a> late night and you count it as a leisure expense). However, <span style="font-weight: bold;">one must check the tariff every time, as they are established by each company and, sometimes, by each taxi driver</span>. Taxis have a taximeter, and the tariff is calculated by lei/km, and it's writen at both sides of the cab; something in between 1,45 to 1,95 lei/km is reasonable, except for taxis coming from the airport, that uses a 3,5o<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtigsrl0ZN10_JYmHi2u2sejQXR0ydjpHBhZl_RW-40zJzGV_K2QxuB1KE0HqVfojdsKJbPjP15v_6ANt-SqDX1JxY2VUWNoPS3HgXloPaFr4OW58H_pDHGk8JVGnbQt5ECfmxGVFeyec/s1600-h/3leiPequegno.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313046087709655586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtigsrl0ZN10_JYmHi2u2sejQXR0ydjpHBhZl_RW-40zJzGV_K2QxuB1KE0HqVfojdsKJbPjP15v_6ANt-SqDX1JxY2VUWNoPS3HgXloPaFr4OW58H_pDHGk8JVGnbQt5ECfmxGVFeyec/s200/3leiPequegno.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 74px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 74px;" /></a> lei/km tariff. In Bucharest, then you experiment the following absurd situation: going to the airport from city centre cost 50% less than doing the same ride from the airport [with regular traffic, 15 euro to go from Uniri up to Otopeni, but 30 euro to come back).<br />
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Finally, <span style="font-weight: bold;">taxi drivers ten</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">d to round off the bill</span>. On the one hand, because that's inevitable; the taximeter establishes the exact cost to<span style="font-style: italic;"> bani</span> level (1 lei =100 bani), when you won't be seeing a 1 <span style="font-style: italic;">ban </span>coin in Romania ever, unless you're clearing your bank account, and I doubt that you'll be given it even in that situation. On the other hand, because they tend to self-tip the ride with no comment at all, or "no-cash available" comments. Why I always get my 1 lei/2 lei/5 lei change back, it is a mistery to my acquaintances.<br />
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The companies themselves are, in general, trustworthy. Yet to avoid problems, you must check the cab before taking it, as if you where under threat:<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 1.</span> Verify the tariff at the door. You can often see 3,50 tariffs in the city, placed on a sticker that the taxi driver put on the regular tariff (see in the photos above, both 1,95 and 3,00 tariffs are stickers); these taxi drivers usually park the car where "defenseless" customers are (hotels, outside Romexpo -Bucharest exhibitional centre-, restaurants at night...), speak you in Italian or English if you take a look at the car, and act deranged and/or offended if you go away then, pointing out that you decline their services because they try to cheat on you...<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 2.</span> Verify that the taximeter is using the same tariff that it's written outside.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Step 3. </span>Check if you have change in your wallet. I not, comment that to the taxi driver (n<span style="font-style: italic;">u am marunte</span>) when you're leaving, to avoid unnecessary arguing afterwards.<br />
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Some extra advices:<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice 1. </span>Don't use taxi cabs without taximeter, which are very often, parked for example, at Otopeni or Baneasa airports. Although you may think that the negociated tariff will be better than the official 3,50 lei/km Taxi Fly there, in practise you don't get much a bargain, and some of them will try to renegociate the tariff during the way. A mess... P.S. The same when they offer you "to stop the taximeter"; sometimes it's a good deal, most of the times not.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice 2.</span> Some taxi drivers will offer you their mobile to call them directly. It is a good idea, in most cases, although I have been told also anecdotes about "mobile" taxi drivers that weren't so trustworthy after all...<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice 3.</span> If you don't like much taxi chatting, don't sit at the front, they talk a lot more to you then... And besides, non-taximeter taxi drivers get too confortable and very often start the renegociating strategy.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice 4. </span>If you try to wear the seat belt, most of them will make some funny comment such as "no need, you're not in Spain now". Don't be so stupid as myself, who doesn't wear the seat belt in Romania, some kind of mass follower impulse I have, but will certainly regret in case I have an accident. (Like the Pop Star Teofil Peter, killed in a "taxi accident" with <a href="http://useu.usmission.gov/Article.asp?ID=5077D987-925A-4039-BA70-98E67450E7C6">political consequences</a> in 2006).<br />
<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2707640646_a0793c6c3b.jpg?v=0"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2707640646_a0793c6c3b.jpg?v=0" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 78px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 118px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice 5.</span> Try to forget about the very often careless driving style and enjoy the trip! Despite advice 3 stated above, I had some funny taxi drivers here, and good conversation. And the taxi decoration itself is quite special, with many crosses and icons hanging, and all kind of car toys around. In fact, many Romanian cars show a profussion of religious, supersticious tokens, toys... Some taxis I've been in, very modest from the outside, have even a tiny DVD screen near the rear view, in order to watch movies, video clips or football matches while waiting the next customer (once, while driving the customer... I didn't like that one...).<br />
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The last taxi a took from the airport was, I swear, a Romanian revival of Willy Montesinos taxi in Almodovar's 1988 comedy <a href="http://french.imdb.de/title/tt0095675/">Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown</a>:<br />
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I'm shy... Didn't dare to take a photo.</div>
</div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-52168777817534329962009-03-13T20:08:00.009+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.529+01:00Streets of Bucharest: Graffiti Men<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2692922295_d69d51741f.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 181px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2692922295_d69d51741f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2711906167_9625d4f925.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2711906167_9625d4f925.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/3319904394_0d905ec3eb.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 117px; height: 171px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/3247536853_e079cda078.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/2711878611_353529b875.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 170px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/2711878611_353529b875.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3284736517_e9c66a26a1.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 171px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3284736517_e9c66a26a1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pereulok/sets/72157614631895530/">Some more</a> Graffiti Men in Bucharest<br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-50874499662839217162009-03-10T17:53:00.028+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.522+01:00Streets of Bucharest (at random)On sunny days, wandering around, coming back home from work, taking streets at random,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSIplSv0UpqB9f7xh_plEXVL0s_P16Dn_vXLLhes-003AOQqEX1h-y4cAJTok_yHDltLoEMqAGpIbuAT59w5D5Uc6ay6hY2Mch8Jr9QxESFi67V9KzYgo8AZ3WhWu6hAXT-_hvnEQ5GSY/s1600-h/20090309_1399.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 123px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Wub3jVfE1WbhI9oEUdPCRwGEVdrGuw8wq30b6cXy9YPXXr2d6wPiC6i6qor4ygXUtKZIOlNY8oYafjXObuNDcGmPM2AT6xrubuBioBkiK1IN59TO7_ShP3dfYmtN6VwrMchnDL8gk6s/s200/20090309_1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311606666287777074" border="0" /></a><br />passing by villas that have seen better times,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBG27xapdvAwL8yEYH8S2FPIvqBTeiuBimKWN8jBWP0_u1wWmYFd-5FjJ9jYNE73a0o2fpwBtN677CxlWtk2tyMdTB1xbrPPFozByjXlc61w8BUtS-TsO13d0e1HLIlmv45KwmqFIVJCg/s1600-h/20090309_1411.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 58px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBG27xapdvAwL8yEYH8S2FPIvqBTeiuBimKWN8jBWP0_u1wWmYFd-5FjJ9jYNE73a0o2fpwBtN677CxlWtk2tyMdTB1xbrPPFozByjXlc61w8BUtS-TsO13d0e1HLIlmv45KwmqFIVJCg/s200/20090309_1411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311609238595153186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYR91nlLai-WsHteu-T767Nkdy-3VMW0XL1SevLWkHRWdVZ3tKRuUmBUCJDrT_McL9X8w57HfwpC8wFY69coruBeu691v2bSKJqFHSY_HsGsbfDBnMe_f_X_C-tsmUUOhX3mqnqroTKWk/s1600-h/20090309_1421.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 83px; height: 55px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTz3K9-nfesE6llQAZqM7qhibuI9JcRwBZSFJjiQMawAMZ5bHF1ey-d2hMewnn2NgDoYrrWSlV48rUoSvVUBkHoLFTHZQM7uwH-jLQDRf0rM9qqP3vZXMEaaf_dB693Arl6p8P87aFhaM/s200/20090309_1426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311609261614551442" border="0" /></a><br />passing by brightly-painted, newly-built up-to-date individual houses and half-built "la roşu" still-to-be houses,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbvCgoRNrzUvbCdUzTOXTYsaq2qCOTXC8D7Pef6ua4kqymmUTgZpKJXNWQuMzbYTzsROd3YdahCjjWcyDiFe4tB-pNDfPsgeaKKdwJnR7wGu5sRPrQswh5EjtyZXRraXeWlLCiVRcM8c/s1600-h/20090309_1429.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbvCgoRNrzUvbCdUzTOXTYsaq2qCOTXC8D7Pef6ua4kqymmUTgZpKJXNWQuMzbYTzsROd3YdahCjjWcyDiFe4tB-pNDfPsgeaKKdwJnR7wGu5sRPrQswh5EjtyZXRraXeWlLCiVRcM8c/s200/20090309_1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311610435545573314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1A75V6Lwg48pxm3aKfmkt1ampM69eOKwcmUN1JTGtxGaar-wd4ZMK6RWHzG2nJgOTSRQT72mn4MySLHpeKEldS0RuLchZH2h5t7xhw9jCSawktfGET7wBSV6DjrnR6Wa3csJHj0QlnXc/s1600-h/20090309_1407.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 120px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQF2DpSW_kMm6XYJTOkFm2lucd2S6fLLeBYw4OZ0LnQx8cvewbGrwtg-LOd3w1HXWW5mtHj7pLCiRekMZ0BTKFwmnD0OOqCfx3FssM5IOBWskh-I7wOaGxMZP-_cgTmqiEAOJapugXaA/s200/20090309_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311620697861982594" border="0" /></a><br />while I am constantly aware of the cables untidily knotted above my head,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9wRP6YYtx9d1GwTeRMstMMGUurClJvH8BDLoWWz4py160Ghdyogrt8c13Za-bI4re1cth1RMSt63sG0gPyQnJUXUrQns2pkCHvq45DF1zA2KQGJ3PrZZeKWxN0G0-tgEK6iiNCpGj6Q/s1600-h/20090309_1457.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9wRP6YYtx9d1GwTeRMstMMGUurClJvH8BDLoWWz4py160Ghdyogrt8c13Za-bI4re1cth1RMSt63sG0gPyQnJUXUrQns2pkCHvq45DF1zA2KQGJ3PrZZeKWxN0G0-tgEK6iiNCpGj6Q/s200/20090309_1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311629844996339106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6W0D0P5AQBIXQKVSPpHYbVonOBgH3s8qUI8qYWx5Pr_fIopR_oB_5S0YsEKdPDr5W_jPJbZ1PFHmOxnXt4SnHRY8_tH6pqAlV-2yd5jPWOsfn7mJ6fqKpGfeUX9LUVaICIhdm9U45P8/s1600-h/20090309_1458.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6W0D0P5AQBIXQKVSPpHYbVonOBgH3s8qUI8qYWx5Pr_fIopR_oB_5S0YsEKdPDr5W_jPJbZ1PFHmOxnXt4SnHRY8_tH6pqAlV-2yd5jPWOsfn7mJ6fqKpGfeUX9LUVaICIhdm9U45P8/s200/20090309_1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311629857155523922" border="0" /></a><br />I can't help but mourn the closed shops and the remnants of mid-Century architecture risking collapse,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMy3CadKYGOEdATN7DUUYLTS33TX_h0BUw0MQc-7vqq2fMFQz0Fum19kxYQVZiWXOdZESHPhYZP706toRpA0I3dym59Yi94slNSgCgbLJS686xkmy3eo3gGqwHXckBn2CYCmekWv0c3HY/s1600-h/20090309_1412.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMy3CadKYGOEdATN7DUUYLTS33TX_h0BUw0MQc-7vqq2fMFQz0Fum19kxYQVZiWXOdZESHPhYZP706toRpA0I3dym59Yi94slNSgCgbLJS686xkmy3eo3gGqwHXckBn2CYCmekWv0c3HY/s200/20090309_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622699250610434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUVpnT3mAHF9IeKeqq2Oua-g0H79cBxRngeO2vMBD6chDShhOUzuu9TkrCfsgPzxP4YfGGUtNazVUOG0v_zRgQB5446AWozQ4Ni_WlLF0nwihyphenhyphenL7Qyan-k7_koxziTfcVXqNuzQm98uo/s1600-h/20090309_1430.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUVpnT3mAHF9IeKeqq2Oua-g0H79cBxRngeO2vMBD6chDShhOUzuu9TkrCfsgPzxP4YfGGUtNazVUOG0v_zRgQB5446AWozQ4Ni_WlLF0nwihyphenhyphenL7Qyan-k7_koxziTfcVXqNuzQm98uo/s200/20090309_1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622707228162194" border="0" /></a><br />and I can't help but regret the glass frenzy of modern architects and the glass imperative of past decades.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOBvetEKcXng_9e6bc6A8Ir-EvsA-vHDGycjzUAwwXoFqgAPMbpjo6Oek5pq1WA2S24QX3UfpGx1k6MW_3WtmkUnIiF_nZMRz8ABN1M0fZRKQ6r-SRP_BXxE79WHuaI94b-49MNW22CU/s1600-h/20090309_1435.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOBvetEKcXng_9e6bc6A8Ir-EvsA-vHDGycjzUAwwXoFqgAPMbpjo6Oek5pq1WA2S24QX3UfpGx1k6MW_3WtmkUnIiF_nZMRz8ABN1M0fZRKQ6r-SRP_BXxE79WHuaI94b-49MNW22CU/s200/20090309_1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311626644019071554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vLdqFwPrAe52sK47A-b9AIzzsNmeU2xOPE6QxtQE8KfdFJM1raLRnCcwfETlUUIfsEGe-Q4PqE4ItFySs7nH6_TSSErtZN3GAPr-4cdtjpAkcCv2KefIIU9IM-6raa0UOGuW7UmknR8/s1600-h/20090309_1433.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vLdqFwPrAe52sK47A-b9AIzzsNmeU2xOPE6QxtQE8KfdFJM1raLRnCcwfETlUUIfsEGe-Q4PqE4ItFySs7nH6_TSSErtZN3GAPr-4cdtjpAkcCv2KefIIU9IM-6raa0UOGuW7UmknR8/s200/20090309_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623564655500354" border="0" /></a><br />Yet I can't help to enjoy the architectural surprises that pop up now and then, either.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG6DPi4qjllXzwk6wFq2HipTQahux1kGkAJCZANVi3cU16sPkT6iDhNbNUQn9Edz7oHL7FVoJUPXR3QbF-rTcqwBehK61d34s98Rc8JlZErSbF3Gm65HtRgPeJ6aRBG_ZXbzPYGSUrMQ/s1600-h/20090309_1445.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 65px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG6DPi4qjllXzwk6wFq2HipTQahux1kGkAJCZANVi3cU16sPkT6iDhNbNUQn9Edz7oHL7FVoJUPXR3QbF-rTcqwBehK61d34s98Rc8JlZErSbF3Gm65HtRgPeJ6aRBG_ZXbzPYGSUrMQ/s200/20090309_1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311629400058459714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfGGhzJ0VLxqiu1d2X-jThwI1HCvXB5Diacuexoc3t0hYwY-3widgmZS9d5CjA5VwzMKM7cJE4B-3QhVdwWC1wf9qmLXWSlnWqbf3H9jNO1V86SQJTBYgX6efQZy_iusRVFA-sbF3X2w/s1600-h/20090309_1452.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfGGhzJ0VLxqiu1d2X-jThwI1HCvXB5Diacuexoc3t0hYwY-3widgmZS9d5CjA5VwzMKM7cJE4B-3QhVdwWC1wf9qmLXWSlnWqbf3H9jNO1V86SQJTBYgX6efQZy_iusRVFA-sbF3X2w/s200/20090309_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311629405304848658" border="0" /></a><br />As chaos is tiring, as changes are messy, as air is loaded with silent complaints.<br />As ages have passed. For good and for worse.<br />As I must take the bet and find my way.<br />As that is life.Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-87880381682568296152009-03-09T21:45:00.003+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.768+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Be optimistic </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">8th March<br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sé optimista <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">8 de marzo</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Fii <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Opt</span>imist<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">ă</span> </span>martie</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9pc0JzoCBGukvf11FGPuPm6CBbw-X8D-oLSFaeENyzzVdqRH6H53eA-XD03Th25eJZAODkiIX3OKKoWozWYHzJFPynTQOAfR6jZYsNXTdIJKgdguCwfwG43s9w6c-fk_jIXgGilIaSY/s1600-h/20090309_1397_8Marzo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9pc0JzoCBGukvf11FGPuPm6CBbw-X8D-oLSFaeENyzzVdqRH6H53eA-XD03Th25eJZAODkiIX3OKKoWozWYHzJFPynTQOAfR6jZYsNXTdIJKgdguCwfwG43s9w6c-fk_jIXgGilIaSY/s320/20090309_1397_8Marzo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311293144464526962" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"></span><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> [</span>La Mihai Stănescu]</div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-82825436279582770952009-03-01T18:40:00.009+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.726+01:00Mărţişor fericit<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3317386988_af502cb634.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 231px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3317386988_af502cb634.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Spring has come, and every country has its own way of celebrating. In Romania, like in Bulgaria, on 1st of March they celebrate Mărţişor, "little March". It could be defined as a woman holiday, in the sense that women are the centre of it, because they are given flowers or little talisman tied with red and white laces called also Mărţişor. You must wear Martisoare from 1st of March until 8th March, and it's good luck. Afterwards, you keep all you had been given tied to some tree or plant at home, to bring you happiness for the rest of the year.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Bring you happiness for the rest of the year... don't worry, if you forget about Mărţişor, you'll have another opportunity in Easter, when the pope will light a candle at the church, and will pass the light (lumina) to the parishioners. You must keep that light lit and take it home, where it should extinguish naturally, and your house will be blessed for the rest of the year. And then you can go out and have fun, as that night is a two-folded holiday, having the family and religious sense of Spanish catholic Christmas Eve (dining at home and going to church at midnight, although that is not done so often as in Romania) ,and the pagan and joyful sense of New Year's Eve (a lot of chatter while people wait the candle to be lit up, and groups of friends going out all night).<br /><br />But let's come back to Mărţişor. I feel lazy, so I leave serious, impartial descriptions for others, in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C4%83r%C5%A3i%C5%9For">English </a>or <a href="http://imbratisare.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-rumania-al-igual-que-en-otros-paises.html">Spanish</a>. I just want to describe the atmosphere, the way I felt it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3317387066_e4f4036439.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3317387066_e4f4036439.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Last day of work before Mărţişor, being a woman, you get small presents of your male colleagues, either flowers or Mărţişoare... and you wonder again why they don't have days off for important holidays like this; this year 1st of March was Sunday, but had it been Monday, it would have been a working day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3317387138_7f4bc6a1df.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 163px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3317387138_7f4bc6a1df.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Then, if spring is really approaching and weather is good enough, you might feel like walking around the city 25 February, 28 February, 1st March... You'll find more flower stalls than ever, and many Mărţişoare stalls outside markets or at the stations of the underground.<br /><br />And then 1st of March comes, and it's like 14th February is supposed to be if you watch TV, but this time for real, specially if it's Sunday like today: people buying cakes and flowers to take to friend's and family who they are going to have lunch or dinner with, couples taking a walk and holding hands, carrying Mărţişoare and flowers, specially bouquets of <a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghiocel">ghiocel</a> (white, lilac, rose).<br /><br />But it is like 14th February in one sense... Everyone seeks a gain... The PSD candidate from your Bucharest municipal Sector sends you a postcard, and some shops include a red-white Mărţişor lace on their plastic bags...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfH293PxIINOm6T0peTydAhE_XuDjiuUlWnvSO2qEWbg8SaC7x2tDJdkfIc2GZG6AkOXb6l7-ZIMovZ7VKkdlBKgENUZHKyKCLnA5ZBdl4VDk6ww1LMt68YsB2DnGOtQGCOoMXVo_6J-c/s1600-h/20090301_1279_MartisoareFlor.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfH293PxIINOm6T0peTydAhE_XuDjiuUlWnvSO2qEWbg8SaC7x2tDJdkfIc2GZG6AkOXb6l7-ZIMovZ7VKkdlBKgENUZHKyKCLnA5ZBdl4VDk6ww1LMt68YsB2DnGOtQGCOoMXVo_6J-c/s200/20090301_1279_MartisoareFlor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308291491908217666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAv0I8LT8cVPaUpWbekAnhgIRxjcgMjWyQCMBdVUeCQJABNvQIlfFUB1vebbqXDi8IZMyJjLKYyEPZiIll3zE2Cx5I9gG9DiqZbvMkfst7nJ5J97BEhUNJyk15G0mHWPpVfdv5xgKj_k/s1600-h/20090301_1275_MartisoarePolitica.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAv0I8LT8cVPaUpWbekAnhgIRxjcgMjWyQCMBdVUeCQJABNvQIlfFUB1vebbqXDi8IZMyJjLKYyEPZiIll3zE2Cx5I9gG9DiqZbvMkfst7nJ5J97BEhUNJyk15G0mHWPpVfdv5xgKj_k/s200/20090301_1275_MartisoarePolitica.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308291484671874434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Uah3sWe1osj-rO4XrPCrnC0NzEUdDDuO5BK6e35etXCZQ7_I7q0JuQA4-dJjvtoLhnkV1rX-kfMg6uBI5I2_Xr-ErZqHNvqZx1ZaWplrn72uRrY8q_163T9uQsSN7b9UeDpCRrG6d6s/s1600-h/20090301_1280_MartisoareFlorDetalles.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Uah3sWe1osj-rO4XrPCrnC0NzEUdDDuO5BK6e35etXCZQ7_I7q0JuQA4-dJjvtoLhnkV1rX-kfMg6uBI5I2_Xr-ErZqHNvqZx1ZaWplrn72uRrY8q_163T9uQsSN7b9UeDpCRrG6d6s/s200/20090301_1280_MartisoareFlorDetalles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308291496889756226" border="0" /></a>But I'll forget the vested uses of the holiday, and will keep memories of the associated feelings, as people do seem to sense the holiday around here. And me too, because springtime did come (sunny 9 degrees today), and we all feel happy and lucky!<br /></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-58354847081410613552009-02-26T23:06:00.012+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.562+01:00Save Cişmigiu!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctrBN8LctzRZwK1prCVvpyKZUg2xLzam6NXt5FVu6BoCU1KuCEc9YTtfWA05QIOVvwuQwPTvUYLxxTtbFbUL5mXnAmTgcJGSMt9EBB0VXYVxXjI7WgMISXSJQh8IfiTRlbhf1dp4UehU/s1600-h/salvati_cismigiul_miting_mic.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctrBN8LctzRZwK1prCVvpyKZUg2xLzam6NXt5FVu6BoCU1KuCEc9YTtfWA05QIOVvwuQwPTvUYLxxTtbFbUL5mXnAmTgcJGSMt9EBB0VXYVxXjI7WgMISXSJQh8IfiTRlbhf1dp4UehU/s320/salvati_cismigiul_miting_mic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237243281562322" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What's this all about? <a href="http://enciclopediaromaniei.ro/wiki/Palatul_Universul">Palatul Universul</a> (1926-1930), the old headquarters of the Universul Journal at Ion Brezoianu Street, was sold last year to an investor group that is planning to build a complex of three buildings of 8, 10 ans 12 storeys, in a protected area behind Cismigiu Park. I quote and translate from the <a href="http://asociatiabucuresti.ro/blog/">PRO URBE Salvaţi Cişmigiul Campaig blog</a>, trusting the source: "Friday, at 1pm, Bucharest City Hall General Council is going to discuss the <a href="http://asociatiabucuresti.ro/blog/?p=206">Cişmigiu-Brezoianu Plan</a>, that includes building blocks of 42 meters in a 16-meters proyected area. The plan is supported by mistaken legal agreements and <a href="http://asociatiabucuresti.ro/blog/?p=174">mathematical calculus</a>, and without a previous public hearing. Ministry of Culture has asked the City Hall to stop the project" I won't be able to go to that meeting, although I would like to.</div><p style="text-align: justify;">More information on PRO URBE Campaigns at their <a href="http://asociatiabucuresti.ro/">web</a>. I wonder what happened after all with <a href="http://salvatiparculcuplatani.blogspot.com/">Parcul cu Platani</a>... I don't know for sure, must check on that place I never heard of, but I suspect it couldn't be saved.<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/2289012715_eddb4597f2.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/2289012715_eddb4597f2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is not the first Salvati Cişmigiul posters I see around, there's been other interesting ideas on the area, and I'm sure I know very little on this matters. For example, there's an old café in the middle of the pond (the city was taken during winter, when the pond has no wattter ans is used half as a skating rink, and the other half as a walking path). Apparently, that part of the park is private property, and I heard they were planning to build a several-storeys complex there... Fortunately, rumours stopped, so far. I suspect also that there's something happening with the building I live at, as the City Mayor visited it tduring local elections, and the Transport Ministry also came to talk with the neighbours during Parliamentary elections in november. Yeah, with my lovely harmless, and powerless pensioneers. As with Friday's meeting, those days I couldn't make it so iI don't know what the story was about. However, although my building is not historical, not pretty, not a worthy-to-protect one, I'm not very confident of the reason of that politicians approaching so close, so nicely (so populist-like?) a very unespecial block, inhabited by common people.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Some photos of Tipografia Universul... By the way, the building is already 3 storeys higher than the rest of mid-Century buildings that remain standing at Strada Ion Brezoianu... If your start making a little higher buildings decade by decade you don't notice, and suddenly, you have a 10-storey wall surrounding you...<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVKVdWbfB_KLlsmzwpofJNirken7d3JVvX5-VVD7WOC4A1qDmVHOIJIPqmpH1z6E3mspvMyDYTV6zxVkt1_TSaGFBIpExuXdHuhLWZLYph7HRxrIMILZ4NK-VP1xHEdnIn6B5jFl0qbg/s1600-h/20090309_1466_TipografiaUniversul.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVKVdWbfB_KLlsmzwpofJNirken7d3JVvX5-VVD7WOC4A1qDmVHOIJIPqmpH1z6E3mspvMyDYTV6zxVkt1_TSaGFBIpExuXdHuhLWZLYph7HRxrIMILZ4NK-VP1xHEdnIn6B5jFl0qbg/s200/20090309_1466_TipografiaUniversul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311651977411803730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwytRUyWX30ml3lzyBR1AT8edoOwnhe-Id8em2WHx68PAnME7j-vm9YpLFZJA15ELk4eu1lyWv2RzcV4Y4l8HBXVAzIKhYXKTG7fwAqqCrX75e_RILB9Peq3N-Qk9_BNhx-ghJlxMENKY/s1600-h/20090301_1285_TipografiaUniversul.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHr8R6NXei3gL2Z5IzcUgT_YnTlceTr0DKDSN2WQmtTWdISh8CPbmuJU_7-1naK6x4DQJgkxwyO6Ng6w1anRzTpULhvgy8F2TKApV4_Ggj1Imczm9ZbvM3OyqwYH7XpLSHgKHgpZV6GA/s200/20090301_1283_TipografiaUniversul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308268771761788914" border="0" /><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJadR657KCL4fDV0X-hBqm18bxFQw7N6k-FR8s7X9wSpoWqZXUVYBr1wIXoNWbrH2gvofgYvKA4SnYZ6kU79kQQpC9ANUcJrXTY0chErYOruTlUL53IXoeFZgKMBZLyMrBmJPFpZdHDxA/s200/20090301_1282_TipografiaUniversul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308268776269468674" border="0" /><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwytRUyWX30ml3lzyBR1AT8edoOwnhe-Id8em2WHx68PAnME7j-vm9YpLFZJA15ELk4eu1lyWv2RzcV4Y4l8HBXVAzIKhYXKTG7fwAqqCrX75e_RILB9Peq3N-Qk9_BNhx-ghJlxMENKY/s200/20090301_1285_TipografiaUniversul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308268782346361474" border="0" /></a></p>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-28471891830776063412009-02-22T18:18:00.015+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.400+01:00Facut de un artist plastic<div style="text-align: justify;">Enfrente de Sala Palatului, entre kioskos de frutas y bebidas, casas de cambio y tiendas de ropa o cachivaches, hay una pequeña tienda de unos 20 metros cuadrados con una mesa al fondo donde se pueden comprar diferentes productos decorados con caricaturas o lemas: postales, tazas, bolsas de tela, delantales de cocina... Se trata de la tienda del humorista gráfico Mihai Stănescu, un local de horario flexible<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMdkCpIBFfoo_zG8V9zsKW4wIh4fWsV0rguaS9NAxHLaJMJzGQmr8Dq7dtr9AGGIlrGMQUny7OKDe-yVQvE9Sz25uVkOVWWGPb_-5IU7qmAxIcfMixkx7cLATjUJoPgNf2cjWdB3LB3Y/s1600-h/20090222_1258_recorte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 40px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMdkCpIBFfoo_zG8V9zsKW4wIh4fWsV0rguaS9NAxHLaJMJzGQmr8Dq7dtr9AGGIlrGMQUny7OKDe-yVQvE9Sz25uVkOVWWGPb_-5IU7qmAxIcfMixkx7cLATjUJoPgNf2cjWdB3LB3Y/s320/20090222_1258_recorte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305690195445132226" border="0" /></a> ("cerrado de 18 a 10", pone en la puerta, aunque no siempre se cumple... qué gracia tendría ser artista plástico si hubiera que cumplir horarios). Este caricaturista de setenta años pasa allí el día, muy a menudo leyendo el periódico y mirando a las musarañas, y algunas temporadas dibujando en una mesa desordenada cubierta de cuadernos y paquetes de tabaco. Y atiende a los que entran en su tienda con la sonrisa del anfitrión que atiende a las visitas en el salón de su casa, cobrando sus compras de forma descuidada, como quien está realizando un acto de importancia menor dentro de su actividad... que probablemente sea, simplemente, existir.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc_p2r9l2nzdPs0H7AisVN1Y_bNn1qyIHfRyfH_QlAE-sk46jFL-pe8HJ79PqvJe3sITlJjw_zoU5sqtqQRm_3PbeioRE_HENP-B8ztPfw2WtiUAiybOJFAkPhyQ4TNKH-V_PyiKzFvM/s1600-h/20090211_1248_stanescu.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc_p2r9l2nzdPs0H7AisVN1Y_bNn1qyIHfRyfH_QlAE-sk46jFL-pe8HJ79PqvJe3sITlJjw_zoU5sqtqQRm_3PbeioRE_HENP-B8ztPfw2WtiUAiybOJFAkPhyQ4TNKH-V_PyiKzFvM/s320/20090211_1248_stanescu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305689845432552738" border="0" /></a>La verdad es que me había fijado en esta tienda hace ya muchos meses, y suelo comprar cosas de vez en cuando para regalar cuando voy a España; en Rumania he encontrado muy pocos souvenirs o productos típicos nacionales que me parezcan medianamente decentes, al menos en Bucarest (por no decir ninguno), y las tazas de Stănescu tienen su éxito. La tienda, en el fondo, no me parecía tan extraña; lo que me intrigaba era que el dueño fuera un señor al que calculaba al menos 55 años (no aparenta 70) dedicado a leer el periódico, y no un joven diseñador de 30-35 con su portátil echando humo, con su tienda abierta pero al mismo tiempo trabajando en mil cosas para ganarse las lentejas. Es verdad que tampoco parecía cuadrar mucho dónde estaba situada la tienda, pero eso pronto empezó a extrañarme menos, en cuanto me di cuenta de que, simplemente, Bucarest es un caos, y no existe el concepto de "lugar adecuado", y puedes encontrar cualquier cosa en cualquier lugar. Aunque, eso sí, sospecho que el local, donde está situado, debe costar una pasta.<br /><br />Sea como fuere, hasta hace pocas semanas no se me ocurrió investigar por Internet, a ver si encontraba <a href="http://www.evz.ro/articole/detalii-articol/795730/Mihai-Stanescu-desenandu-si-viata/">información sobre el tipo</a>; fue entonces cuando descubrí, para mi sorpresa, que no sólo se trataba de un artista gráfico, sino de un famoso artista gráfico, que era como si <a href="http://www.quino.com.ar/">Quino</a>, <a href="http://www.porliniers.com/">Liniers</a> o <a href="http://www.forges.com/">Forges</a> tuvieran una tienda abierta al público en la que pasaran el día.<br /><br />Descríbete en tres frases, te piden a veces cuando eres alguien, o incluso un proyecto de alguien. He encontrado en una web esta <a href="http://www.superbrands.com/ro/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=160">presentación de sí mismo</a> de Mihai Stănescu:"I was born in 1939, but I started my studies later on, in Buzau, a town with 100 inhabitants and four taxi cabs. I graduated from Nicolae Grigorescu Plastic Arts Institute in 1966.I have collaborated with publications like Urzica and Playboy, but I'm not a famous person. In return, I know a lot of people as I have been traveling more than I have ever expected. I displayed my works in exhibitions in Romania and abroad and I own over 40 international awards. I published my drawings in important newspapers in France and US, but I gained celebrity mostly because I was prohibited in Romania not because of my drawing skills".<br /><br />No conozco personalmente a Mihai Stănescu, y no puedo valorar si esta presentación de sí mismo es sincera o adolece de falsa modestia, pero pienso, en todo caso, que estas pocas frases irónicas y a vuelta de todo cuadran, si no con la persona, al menos sí con el personaje.<br /><br />Un hombre peculiar y una tienda peculiar, con la que Mihai Stănescu redondea, probablemente, una pensión de miseria, pero que, sospecho, es más que una tienda, es un cuarto de estar. Su "drawing room". Porque así te sientes cuando entras.<br /><br />P.D. Buzău tiene 500.000 habitantes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVVYKIeytK6xNt0E4fuEMa4qigju4jWrK74y5HMZs5NfbnOKxVxgqb6F46fLd3seloTNRlcIKhPwh168mihyphenhyphenmW5hOTqwKsAsvpd5Qsg-CYLPIfcaE5SupaXdGx2ULnL0YBA5MHrAF3GI/s1600-h/20090211_1250_recorte_stanescu.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVVYKIeytK6xNt0E4fuEMa4qigju4jWrK74y5HMZs5NfbnOKxVxgqb6F46fLd3seloTNRlcIKhPwh168mihyphenhyphenmW5hOTqwKsAsvpd5Qsg-CYLPIfcaE5SupaXdGx2ULnL0YBA5MHrAF3GI/s320/20090211_1250_recorte_stanescu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305690821026340770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Viñeta incluida en el libro "Am intrat în EuRoPa" ("Hemos entrado en EuRoPa")</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTbaGzgjn2qu1xcSfPz7E1QUlchA0IgqS2qHava1npcvaNLDLaob0EOFsq-ByhsxpoO1EralQD3VP63ngucODiIvuY7dXM5Ozhmksg9Xps8fZLgFXt9EUDeic8M06twv9u8kvAMPvxq4/s1600-h/20090221_1254.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTbaGzgjn2qu1xcSfPz7E1QUlchA0IgqS2qHava1npcvaNLDLaob0EOFsq-ByhsxpoO1EralQD3VP63ngucODiIvuY7dXM5Ozhmksg9Xps8fZLgFXt9EUDeic8M06twv9u8kvAMPvxq4/s320/20090221_1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305690815487248754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Bucarest de día, eclipse de 11 de agosto de 1999"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(La primera vez que entré en la tienda, fue para comprar esta postal para mi colección de postales de ciudades de noche. No me la cobró)</span></div></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72611729356213660.post-30217271573113718952009-02-18T19:03:00.018+01:002011-12-26T05:53:27.428+01:00Magazinul Cocor delux<div style="text-align: justify;">Magazinul Cocor ya no es lo que era: un bloque de hormigón que albergó en su día unos grandes almacenes al estilo comunista, y que, convertido en centro comercial y a pesar de su estupenda ubicación en pleno centro de Bucarest, no podía competir con otros más modernos, aunque excesivamente caóticos y mal diseñados por dentro, en general, dicen los arquitectos de interiores especialistas en este tipo de locales (porque en este Siglo XXI hay especialistas para todo...).<br /><br />Magazinul Cocor cerró el año pasado, para iniciar los trabajos de reforma que lo han de convertir en un centro comercial de lujo, <a href="http://www.cocorluxurystore.ro/">Cocor Lu</a><a href="http://www.cocorluxurystore.ro/">xury Store</a>. El estupendo,<span style="font-style: italic;"> luxurious</span> sitio web, nos cuenta lo siguiente:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Cocor Luxury Store will open in October 2009 with a new concept: a department store with brand owners as tenants with a high level of interior and exteri</span><span style="font-size:85%;">or finishing becoming a pledge for luxurio</span><span style="font-size:85%;">us multinational brands. Its target is re</span><span style="font-size:85%;">p</span><span style="font-size:85%;">resented by customer with disposable incomes over 2.500 euros </span><span style="font-size:85%;">per month. Cocor SA committed EUR 18 mil investments approved by shareholders, for overhaul, 250 cars parking with direct acce</span><span style="font-size:85%;">ss to each floor, media facade and GLA extension with 30to 9500 sqm from a total of 25000 sqm building space.</span><br /></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">Todo ello aderezado por un fondo musical tipo Fashion TV: "amado mío love me forever, and let forever begin tonight" una y otra vez, a ritmo de mambo o similar.<br /></div><br />El bloque de hormigóm sigue existiendo bajo la<span style="font-style: italic;"> <a href="http://www.zf.ro/burse-fonduri-mutuale/magazinul-cocor-inaugureaza-luni-fatada-media-in-care-a-investit-4-mil-euro-3566279/">media fasade</a></span> acristalada que lo recubre, con su frente recubierto de pantallas de alta definición y cinco pantallas más sobresaliendo en el lateral,. Se inauguró en diciembre: ha costado cuatro milloncejos de euros, y la web de Cocor lo describe como "<span style="font-style: italic;">a high level of exterior finishing</span>". A mí, en cambio, me tiene totalmente horrorizada; no logro acostumbrarme a que me ataque un flash de luz si miro hacia el Bulevar Nicolae Balcescu, ya sea desde Uniri o desde Universitate. La calle está en cuesta, lo que multiplica la visibilidad de las emisiones del Cocor Channel, que emitirá 12 horas diarias publicidad sobre las marcas que se vendan en su interior... aunque por ahora venda amor y hamburguesas.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSQXklcAMqqdOyTKxjVKwnSqlDITD4Ti7IYdDP-WUIeHwF9BFnJ4ETAbZZSJTYBjjUXTpTkVkv27R_9xgtCPaf1UHhW5sRu_NmWjh3EyBpYitGr1Mrtje4qlDsmGeNCaX5PtxTq0LI9c/s1600-h/11022009187.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSQXklcAMqqdOyTKxjVKwnSqlDITD4Ti7IYdDP-WUIeHwF9BFnJ4ETAbZZSJTYBjjUXTpTkVkv27R_9xgtCPaf1UHhW5sRu_NmWjh3EyBpYitGr1Mrtje4qlDsmGeNCaX5PtxTq0LI9c/s200/11022009187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304212304013111346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkhwQWpj_p1GZ_dWPg9nkTbN3O_AL-WwsfnUlYF6uqYPTYawlb4ds24_GZ_qZTZWdo2_f4OUsX2h_3LzWqYOXbTMMesojjc7VFEpyLKeZoheiEmLa4WzgJuvfkK6bDBmMADAsT9QQijY/s1600-h/11022009186.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkhwQWpj_p1GZ_dWPg9nkTbN3O_AL-WwsfnUlYF6uqYPTYawlb4ds24_GZ_qZTZWdo2_f4OUsX2h_3LzWqYOXbTMMesojjc7VFEpyLKeZoheiEmLa4WzgJuvfkK6bDBmMADAsT9QQijY/s200/11022009186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304212841634522258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPv8DovQUqsEVCKDJChMHs3iwqnPrlH1hJ2CgcxZzim5A1dwTZkgrrcTngMb-7wRfPvlVRKg4mTapZ9I0rpd-UKWPuPIQvt7GYA89p7zJtsDG0uuXwUUacT4ygED5YEp4eto1caQfQhk/s1600-h/11022009184.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPv8DovQUqsEVCKDJChMHs3iwqnPrlH1hJ2CgcxZzim5A1dwTZkgrrcTngMb-7wRfPvlVRKg4mTapZ9I0rpd-UKWPuPIQvt7GYA89p7zJtsDG0uuXwUUacT4ygED5YEp4eto1caQfQhk/s200/11022009184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304212304975766610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">P.D. El edificio es mucho más bonito en blanco y negro con toques de gris perla, como aparece en la <a href="http://www.cocorluxurystore.ro/">web</a>... Es lo que tiene la vida real, sea realismo socialista o capitalismo salvaje, que no todo lo que reluce es oro. Aunque tengo que reconocer que <a href="http://www.anuala.ro/proiecte/2008/studii/s04/panou1.jpg">el proyecto de Vlad Simionesco & Asociados</a> no mentía, y tal vez si a mí la profusión de pantallas me produce pesadillas por la noche (afortunadamente no vivo tan cerca como para que me produzca insomnio) es problema mío.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpedwa9W-qBipzOEW9fwqvI5RhdDNGfovU0lvpxMEjfVPv4gRYiyDKPX3XFhJSQo4tbQdXpwQluwP66YDEjipyne8UXZ5MOf5m5HMfT1EsAcCuAlerCbcmpooevQ9k0gNo1kBGZ6BDK4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpedwa9W-qBipzOEW9fwqvI5RhdDNGfovU0lvpxMEjfVPv4gRYiyDKPX3XFhJSQo4tbQdXpwQluwP66YDEjipyne8UXZ5MOf5m5HMfT1EsAcCuAlerCbcmpooevQ9k0gNo1kBGZ6BDK4/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304215419422613202" border="0" /></a></div>Pereulokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919110406337767844noreply@blogger.com0