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2013, November 24. We met again by chance in some bar. We danced like crazy, almost like that first time when you whirled me around, then suddenly lost your balance and let go. Outside on the sidewalk, your dreamy smile, “where should we go now, somewhere nice.” “We could go to my place, this time”, …
1999, November 22, I left Bucharest. Excited: I would go to Germany on an Erasmus year. As sweet revenge for having failed the first attempt at high school admission 2 years earlier! Goodbye home of my quarrelsome teenage years, goodbye to all boundaries! Hello world! I was going to travel and I would discover and …
Uranus Now Exhibition at MNAC 17.10.2019 – 12.01.2020 in cooperation with Zeppelin, Ideilagram December 22, 1989 marked not only the fall of the Ceaușescu regime, but also the end of the megalomaniac communist project to demolish and then rebuild Romanian cities. Thirty years on, the collective memory of these destructions is fading away, while the …
December 31st, a few years ago, I’m about to fly back to Zürich where I was living at the time. Had booked it long in advance and was thus able to enjoy both a family Christmas in Bucharest – and a New Year’s Eve with friends there – and go skiing the morning after! So …
Când mă gândesc înapoi la nașterea lui Luca și zilele acelea de noiembrie petrecute în spitalul Bucur, mă cuprinde o tristețe uriașă – și un fel de greață dezarmantă. Au trecut 4 luni de atunci și îmi fac curaj să scriu, ca să trec odată peste episodul ăsta. Pregatiri. Tensiune. Cu doctorița mea preferată, în …
Déjà vu (deɪʒɑː ˈvuː) in French, literally, already seena: the illusion of remembering scenes and events when experienced for the first time b: a feeling that one has seen or heard something before. The frosty sound to go with it here. Walking through Predeal, the mountain resort where we went skiing when I was 7 years old, I …
Weeds define the place where an old house once was – Now it has been removed.
About a hospitable house in the old centre of Bucharest
Bucharest, 1945: Life goes on in a more orderly fashion again, day after day unfurling more or less neatly among the ruins. One day, out of the blue, while he was waiting at the traffic light on his way home, a guy walked up to him and pointed a gun at his chest, telling him …
A frightening figure from the winter of 1986.