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 …
About a hospitable house in the old centre of Bucharest
A frightening figure from the winter of 1986.
1981 I went to kindergarten. Aunt Ann, who ran this kindergarten, had survived forced labour in a coal mine.
In 1936, a linden tree was planted in a Bucharest garden in 1936; it still lives on.
The grandfather of the guy who planted it came to Romania in 1860.
Swiss great grandma’s stories after living in Romania for half a century.
1984 The story of one of my first projects.
Time travelling in the Uranus neighbourhood.
‘Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind.’