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Impressions of Bucharest III / III

- you still get a beer? But it means that you stay outside?
- Yes, there are.

for casual conversation Saturday evening, between the buildings in Bucharest. What else can people do here than to go out in a park full of soul searching for peace or on a bench near the block oppressive heat suffocated the day that just ended? Maybe go on a terrace (one of those built in the parks, of course), you have got to make reservation and if they have sufficient resources to pay for an expensive dinner or consume enough not to be changed by others more "able" ...

What makes this city with his men? What
people are doing with this town?

things work both ways. Nothing is random and every action has its effects, some unpredictable ... We are prisoners of their desires and actions, as they are with head or headless, with no regard or respect. But who can distinguish between what she wants ordinary people in Bucharest and the mayor not know whose sector? In such a crowd of neurons and cells per unit area, it becomes far too complicated and a better pool of home leave. And so we deserved fate, as they say ... the shepherd of Miorita ...

this city you buimaceste, primarily, with which it emanates chaos everywhere trying to reach. Anomaly, it houses inexplicably, with some anomalous character of many local events ... City-people mutual influence is obvious, but observe and keep a certain paradox of "normality" of people, despite the circumstances, once the city's survival, despite the crowd of people and their annexes (cars, houses, shops, markets. ..). Raman

the feeling of paradox ... until proven innocent! **



"Are you HAVING Another beer? This Means You'll Be Out Some More ...? "
" Yes, I am. Both of Them. "

You Can Hear A normal conversation on a Saturday night, Among blocks of flats in Bucharest. What else CAN people do here, Than go out in a park loaded with people trying to find their peace or sit on a bench by the blocks, suffocated by the incredible heat of the day that just ended? They might as well go out on a terrace (one of those built in parks, of course), if they booked a table or if they have enough resources to pay for an expensive dinner or enough drinks to make sure they’re not kicked out by more “capable” clients…

What is this city doing with its people?
What are people doing to this city?
Things work both ways. Nothing is random and every action has its effects-some of which quite unpredictable… We are the prisoners of our own desires and actions, as they are – smart or not, meaningful or not. But who can distinguish between what the common person in Bucharest wants and what the mayor of whichever Sector wants? When you’ve got so many neurons and cells on a surface unit, everything becomes much too complicated and it’s better to leave it from the very start. So we deserve what we get, as people say, just like the shepherd in Miorita…

This city makes you dizzy, first of all, with the chaos it emanates through all its pores. With the anomalies it inexplicably hosts, with a certain pointless character of many local phenomena… The mutual influence between people and city is obvious, but we also notice the paradoxical keeping of a certain “normality” of the people – despite the circumstances – and the survival of the city - split the large quantities of people and Their Annexes (cars, houses and blocks, shops, Markets ...)

I stick to the feeling of paradox ... Anything else is Until Proven!