A fost și mai frig în luna decembrie, dar tot m-am plimbat ceva.
După ce am ajuns acasă de la Alba-Iulia, unde am fost pentru parada de 1 decembrie, am lucrat o zi și am plecat pentru 3 zile la Iași. M-a încântat orașul și regret că am mers pentru prima oară pe bune abia acum.
Pe 17 și 18 decembrie am ajuns într-un sat foarte frumos din Teleorman, la Băduleasa și pe urmă la Timișoara, Oradea si Arad. De acolo m-am îndreptat spre Neamț pentru a petrece Crăciunul alături mama și bunicii mei.
Mai jos, paisprezece povești din luna trecută, de această dată în ordinea în care le-am și publicat pe Instagram.
Valentina, a lady. She's been working in a bank for the past three years and still kinda likes it. Satisfying customers it's hard sometimes. Only walks 7 minutes from home to her office, which in Bucharest, this is pure luck. Or she made it that way. Didn't find her place yet but keeps searching for it. Above, we were at the "The Gate of the Kiss, of Banpotoc travertine (marble) which features a kiss motif on the gate pillars. The transition to another life occurs through the Gate of Kiss." • You can check more #tudorsstories #kissinggate #thegateofthekiss
Viorel, 51. He was worried that a cop was interacting with her wife, 100 meters away. But everything was fine. He and his family started crafting these things a few weeks ago. The prices were 5 lei, 5 lei, 4 lei and 3 lei. He worked as a mechanic in Orastie and now he's on ill health pension. Moved from the city to the countryside a few years ago and he's happy that he could grow a few plants in the garden. He said about me that I was very curious while most of the citizens knew him. His nickname was "the dwarf" because at some point in the past he made garden gnomes, but not that kitsch that's imported from China. He's a very patient person, in two hours, at 0 degrees temperatures (32 Fahrenheit), he sold of twelve lei (3 dollars), while his pension is of 600 lei. Says that most of the people are loafers (gură-cască) and wouldn't appreciate. He's not begging but offers a product instead. I bought one from the second bucket. Yesterday, while on the National Holiday. I've learned from him that you can do things with dignity and loving work. • You can check more #tudorsstories • #ig_romania #orastie #promovezromania #romaniamagica #descoperaromania #romaniaismycountry #romaniapitoreasca #1Decembriemagic #tudorsflowers
Amalia, 16. I was at Cărturești at the mall standing at a table and she with her friends asked for permission to sit. Of course I agreed but it sickened me that they were treating me like an adult, "sir". The boy used at some point the word "panaramă", a word that I use excessively, meaning a show off person in a negative way or something slutish. I feel safe to say here that I call my father from time to time like this. And said some more to Amalia which remained stoned after. Her father supposedly had to go to work in Germany but went in secrecy to Cyprus with another woman. What I'm sure about is that once I'll be decided for a girl/woman, I won't do that stuff because I don't find it normally. Amalia is in the 9th grade, doesn't like the high school that's she's following now and plans to switch. Gave her more details from my experience and said to do it her way, put herself more questions 'cause she'll find the answers. I hope she'll do good. • You can check more #tudorsstories
Some boys that I met yesterday while wandering. They were selling snowdrops taken from the woods. Their mother was at the marketplace doing the same thing. One little bouquet for 1 Leu (25 cents). I gave them one for nothing and two more when I got the picture. Thinking they should have been at home doing some homeworks and not working. Education must be the key for a better future. You can check more #tudorsstories
Călin, 31. Said that when he was in high school he preferred skipping classes and go for boxing. Three times a day each day, for a few years. But came a time when he realized that education is important too so at this age he's studying in the thirteenth grade. He hopes that in the summer he'll pass the baccalaureate (equivalent to SAT). Doesn't have yet plans for what's next but I'm sure he'll figure it out, maybe become a full time photographer. Soon I'll come up with a beautiful bokeh that he took me. You can check more #tudorsstories
A not so typical day – Saturday, 1st of October. I woke up at 12:00. The day before I stayed awake for 24 hours full including the white night at the galleries (up to 3 am). Got out at 14:30 and wandered the Bucharest for six hours, meanwhile I had a beer at @dianei_4, talked with a stranger and then met @roaming.alex for an hour or so. We shared some stories. Awesome girl! From there I went with my friend @rostefan for a @macanache and @subcarpati_official show. A few beers. It was awesome! Then, an after party in @thesilverchurch club, some dancing and chitchating. And a few shots. When I thought everything was over, I found out that @cosminzodila, the friend who was going to host me he was out in town too. So I went in Barfly Pub and had one last beer at 4 am. Shared some secret codes for Uber with him and his friends and took one. Slept exactly for four hours just to be on the right train to the sea, where I was gonna volunteer for five days. At some point, in Barfly pub I took some pictures with the girls above. I was admiring them in some way and connected with their dance. I wouldn't have thought at that moment that I might use any of the pictures, but here it is, my submission for the 49th week Dogwood challenge. If you're an amateur photographer, take pictures. Many. Take pictures with good moments and bad moments too. Life isn't all milk and honey. You don't need to publish them. I could have written this with the help of technology and digitalization. But it was so intense that day that I could have done it without too. Days like this I want more in my life – not specifically the booze. "Portrait: Dancing – Whether it's a professional dancer, or just some kids in the street. Try experimenting with slow and fast shutter speed to both blur and freeze the subject." #dogwood52 #dogwoodweek49 #dogwoodtudor #motion #blur #dancing #serenity #latergram You can check more #tudorsstories
Ion, ~50. I met him on August 19th, two hours before the Faust show in Sibiu. I wanted to write his story for quite sometime, but prolonged. Today I watched a video on George Orwell's life that I connected to the portrait above. Orwell concluded that "the average pub in a coal-mining village contained more intelligence and wisdom than the British Cabinet or the high table of an Oxbridge college". He liked the prudishness and hypocrisy of the ordinary people he met. "One thing one notices if one looks directly at the common people, especially in the big towns is that they are not puritanical. They are inveterate gamblers, drink as much beer as their wages will permit, are devoted to bawdy jokes, and use probably the foulest language in the world." When I've heard it earlier I felt like a little Orwell. This was at a very cheap pub, Red & Black near the central market in Sibiu. He asked for a place at the table because it was full. I can't remember who approached who but in minutes we were talking about our lives like we were friends for years. Sometimes I put some very direct questions. He showed me pictures on the phone with his grandson and I asked how many times did he see him. He almost started crying and answered that in the four years he had two occasions. He said he loved that I didn't say rubbish things and treated him like a good person. His oldest son lives in Spain (the grandson too), the middle son finished high school but the youngest one is in the 6th grade. Because he couldn't afford all of the things for each one of them, he was saying that at least for the youngest son he'll work more and provide more. From him I relearned how important the family is. You can't choose your parents but they'll strive for you. You can check more #tudorsstories Tip: check the environment too. #tudorinsibiu
Olteanu (last name), 65. Sometimes I put some very direct questions right after I meet a new person. Like with him, when I asked about children. Sadly, he had to answer that two of his sons died. One of them, in a tractor accident this summer (31) and the other in 2012 (34). I realized that it's heart breaking to have to talk about your children that way. No parent should do that. He takes care of the chairlift from Bunloc Paragliding Site and at that moment he was breaking woods for the winter. He works here from 2007, but for a small salary, about 200 euro. Has a small pension too, after 22 years of working in different factories – 100 euro. He likes it when there are tourists and paragliders because he talks with them and time flies a little faster. He has also visitors like bears or wild pigs. One week at work, one at home. He lives in Întorsura Buzăului, 40 kilometers away. I went there on the 7th of November because I missed a competition that took place on that hill two days earlier called Bunloc vertical race. 3 kilometers, 500 meters elevation gain. I would have liked to participate. I'll go back there sometime to paraglide. Maybe next summer. I have to prepare a graduation thesis but I think I'll use these six months for more experiences than learning and reading. You can check more #tudorsstories
Floarea, 65. "When you'll be as old as myself you won't go anywhere anymore. And if you're alone… Loneliness is hard…" In the winter she's staying all alone. She puts for fire, watch on the tv and talks with the people on the street. Which are few. One of her daughters lives in Slobozia, 50 km away and the other one is in Turkey. And the grandchildren from the one in Turkey live in Italy. She saw them two years ago last time. I hate this exodus, I see it everywhere, my family being in the same situation, my sister and father working abroad. I will travel though when I'll be her age. You can check more #tudorsstories
Jörg, from Germany. He was drawing the Fabric Synagogue (1841) at -3 degrees C. He likes Timisoara, his girlfriend being from here and visited it for 7 or 8 times the past three years. He said that in Germany there isn't any Synagogue that old, hence the ones before the Second World War were destroyed. This one was closed after 1989. Now it's sold to a gypsy who will try to sell at least the gold that it's in the organ – an old man from the area said that. The same gypsy bought many more buildings in the area. The man said that he's not afraid of the guy and his people because he worked for Interpol and has a pistol at home. The Synagogue made me think that most of the things aren't timeless. Maybe just the ideas of a person or his drives. When I'll die I want people to talk about what I did and believed in. Shaping the world. Not knowing how yet. I'm at the pub of the beer factory Timișoreana, built in 1718. Next, the south of the city. You can check more #tudorsstories #tm2021 #tudorintimisoara
Andrada, 27. Whenever I speak with somebody that I like to chitchat over the internet, I wish to meet that person "in person". And I see that this is happening more and more nowadays. She is a fine woman with whom I really enjoyed wandering for two days the streets of her city, Oradea. It was awesome for her too, because she didn't think that there's too much to visit. Darvas la Roche House, the city hall tower, the synagogues, churches, parks, streets and more. One of the conclusions that I had was that the Jewish people did a lot of good things for this country and that the Holocaust shouldn't have happened. She enjoys traveling but being a girl it's a little bit harder for her. She would love a more meaningful job. Above, we were în front of he Goldstein residence in Oradea, built in 1910. Andrada thinks that's the only house with David's star on it. She posted the same picture, but since I took it, I'll post my edit. You can check more #tudorsstories #oradea #doorsofromania #jew #jewish
Each family has troubles. Mine quite a few, but I managed to distance from them and I'm trying to think forward for myself. Somewhere at the beginning of this year I chose to stay optimistic in any situation and many people say that they could see and like that. Above I was at my grandparents and they were praising my mother's cookies for Christmas. Half of the time we talked about their sons, my father and my uncle. If you've been following me, you may know something about my father. Well, his brother isn't far away. Only from what my grandma said to me, he was like a terror for them in the past eighteen months. Last time, in October she was worried that she might not see me again, that she'd be six feet under the ground. Was weakened from all the stress. He has some drinking problems and whenever he's in that state he argues with his parents and say bad words to them. He somehow convinced them in the past to make him the inheritor but they regret that decision. I couldn't know if my father would have been the better option, but I kinda feel sorry for them. No elder should have these problems at 80+ years. As I've learned that almost nothing is forever I try to come as often as I can and just talk with them. If you still have your grandparents, pay them a visit or give them a call and just listen to them. You can check more #tudorsstories #bunicitazlau
People in my home village are used to work at any age. Tanti Nuța (please check the hashtag #tantinutaluvenamin) is taking care of two dogs, two cows and a few chickens. She isn't allowed pork after her kidneys operation. In her youth she was way more active. Taking care of her two daughters, purring all night and knitting after that or working in the household. Her husband never wanted her to work. One of her recent adventures was with my uncle (I've written earlier) when she asked him to cut a chicken for her, but he traded it for one of his own. She wouldn't make a fuss because of the respect that she still has for my grandmother. It's harder and harder to put trust in people. I still think that people are good with me, but I can see the phenomenon in the society. Here she was in front of her house heading me to the exit. She had food for the dogs and a bag that she could carry woods with it. Behind her, there's the first house, with only one room, 5×4 meters. My father told me that when a great flood was in 1970 (aged 7 by then), he was taken here because the house was a little bit stronger and higher than the others around. Safely, everybody could have recovered after that. You can check more #tudorsstories
And this is the last picture from Băduleasa. Taken by @veftenie – one of my favorite Romanian photographers. Today I got a bad news of someone that I didn't met in reality but I'll make it tomorrow to her funeral. And it makes me think of how fragile life is. The past six months I lived almost each day like it was the last one and I got to see so many things and people in other perspectives. Take care of yourself and do more of the things that you love. You can check more #tudorsstories and #tudorssunsets