Bottom line, I am before I do.
Bottom line, I am before I do.
A hell of a day – that’s what today was.
My entire social bubble was expecting the sentence of PSD leader Liviu Dragnea (also president of Romania’s Chamber of Deputies) as he was tried for instigating abuse of office and intellectual incitement as president of the Council County Teleorman. It was for the second time that the Supreme Court had postponed the pronouncement in this particular file, and frankly, we were quite nervous waiting for any news.
More context: The file was sent to the court by the DNA (National Anticorruption Directorate) in July 2016, and the trial started in January 2017, about the same time the leading party in the Parliament started messing with the justice laws to relax them. This led to massive protests in Romania in February 2017.
The sentence was published a few minutes ago: 3 years and a half in jail.
Now let’s celebrate the trust in Justice that has not yet been lost.
Keep a dampened smile, though. It’s surely not over yet. The sentence can be appealed.
Oh, boy, this theme entirely resonates with my inner voices these days. I’ve just finished the 4th season of Black Mirror and all of those ideas of technology gone wild are getting pretty mixed up with my usual dose of existentialism powered up by gloomy January. Talking about timing! (*insert granny worried tone here* Voices? You hearin’ voices, now?)
“Why go outside when everything happens inside my head” is a graphic illustration of nowadays life. A frame of us stuck in between texting abbreviations of feelings into our blue screens (HAHA, WOW, LOL) and wishing for meaningful interactions. We want everything to happen instantly, but also keep dreaming of the slow pace we will indulge ourselves in at some point.
The game is on. The entire room of the exhibition is filled with crumpled paper with Andreea’s thoughts on it. I took one that appealed to me and left another freshly written behind. It felt right, even if I don’t really know why. This tactile feeling of exchanging thoughts is so cliche for a reason. It works. It makes immaterial material with the help of language.
Andreea Chirică is an artist and graphic novelist. In 2011 she published her first graphic novel: The Year of the Pioneer and she participated at ComicCon New York and Barcelona. She is really special, I need to drink some more coffees with her. The way she manages to put subtlety into drawings many of us can relate to is just remarkable. She also keeps an online drawing diary on Instagram that you should follow.
Eugen Rădescu is a cultural manager, curator and theoretician, with background in political science (specialized on moral relativism and political ethics). He wrote for various magazines and newspapers and he’s my amazing friend. One of those vampire-cool looking gods that will stick around forever with his ZEN mode hovering over the world.
Check it out, it’s out there until the 4th of February.
Late April with long awaited sunny days. The mornings are particularly gorgeous. Crisp air with sharp light, vivid green starting to dress up the city with a sense of calmness.
No, no, no. I’m totally wrong, here comes the chaos. Morning traffic, angry faces, dark circles around hurried people’s eyes, honking, pedestrians going around the mud. Ah, they are digging up again. In the middle of the street. I find a sense of lyricism in these layers of Bucharest that are starting to show up. Let’s see: improvised mini markets behind cars with fresh fruit from gardens and steam in the air. Yes, that sounds very much like it. Like the crazy mix of the beautifully repainted theater and the mess and mud in the intersection, with the smoker woman inviting me for strawberries grown in her greenhouse and the supervised workers looking at my ass while i am crossing the street. The swearing words of the taxi driver rushing almost on my steps on the zebra and the journalist in smart clothes bumping into an old lady walking her blind dog. All of this. You have to feel it, I can only offer a glimpse.
Bucharest. I live here. I love it.
It’s not often that you get to experience the silence of winter on your own. It’s the combination of frosty air with sunny crisp shines that somehow transform the landscape into something quite magical. Well, since I have had the privilege of experiencing such delights, it seemed a pity not to share a glimpse of that with you. Here are some of my moments captured while on the road through Transylvania.
As a kid traveling around Romania with my family, I would make my own stories from the reality I would experience. It so happened after crossing the Carpathians into the hilly Transylvania.
I have this particular strong mental image stuck with me since childhood probably influenced by ‘The Land Before Time’ cartoon. I would imagine a fantastically flourishing world of… dinosaurs wandering around.
This plateau in Transylvania, Romania, is one of the triggers of that vivid memory. Always. I come by and I instantly get transported to that childish reverie. Ah, I can still see the long necked brontosaurus walking heavily in between these hills secured by the chain of mountains. This is where dinos ran around freely in my imagination.
And because life makes some sense sometimes, I ran into these sweet kids later today. Guess what? They were colouring dinos.