August in Chisinau

From the very first moment I arrived in Chisinau, I was troubled by the thought that it would suffocate me. That I would have too many things to think about, too many memories to recall, to many risks to take.

I do not like Chisinau. Literally, I’m totally not afraid to say that this is not the city I would like to live in and this is not the city I’m proud of. Yes, it is my dear city. Yes, I have grown up here. The best memories are from Chisinau. Everytime I leave it, I spend hours thinking how nice it would be to return and take the 185th minibus from Valea Morilor as I did daily in the past, to drink a coffee in a park, to have a walk with my people. Yes, it is my dear city. But I like it spiritually. Not visually or materially.

In the last months, our capital became a city lost in the renovations, problems, scandals, events and the effort of becoming a better capital. I think this „effort” will last at least two more years till the renovation of our streets are finally completed.

But, still, I’m kinda suffocating here. But my people help me breath. After all, everything seems more beautiful when you have someone to work on that beauty. The days pass faster when someone wakes you up to find out if you are not late; when you wake up by yourself and you know someone is waiting for you; when you run through the plains and talk about taboo beautiful things; when you rewatch movies from your childhood; when someone buys you a present and says she thought about you when she saw it; when you know you have a person to invite for a coffee.

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i was looking at the sun
comparing it to a passing bird, a beloved one

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and i wanted to catch it with my eyes, to stop it from its way.

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a coffee that generates a life provocative;
i have never been so talkative.

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i looked to the right

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then to the left

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and I had a „double” smile, seeing you everywhere. it would have been perfect if you had immediately materialized

because…

this is how I will smile
if you steal me once in a while.
(from my life,
docile).

 

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Beloved and loveless Chisinau, even if I’m always saying you are a very non-european capital, you do know that you hold in your „hands” wonderful lives and people, don’t you?

Returning

sub soare

My years of adolescence consisted of discoveries, researches, worries, decisions and expectations. All of these were hosted in my little room in Chisinau.

I left it approximately 9 months ago for another little room in Iasi, which didn’t succeed in stoling my heart and soul from my place in Chisinau. Because there is nothing more beautiful than always remembering and returning to those 4 walls where I’ve grown up, where I’ve started to build my personality.

Today I entered my room and a lot of thoughts and memories from the last 4 years of my life immediately crossed my mind. I explored my desk where I was selecting mathematical theorems and formulas for my exam. And not only for math, of course! History didn’t either let me sleep tight in may… Then I took a seat on my poor bed that had to endure so many changes because I had…

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Returning

 

My years of adolescence consisted of discoveries, researches, worries, decisions and expectations. All of these were hosted in my little room in Chisinau.

I left it approximately 9 months ago for another little room in Iasi, which didn’t succeed in stoling my heart and soul from my place in Chisinau. Because there is nothing more beautiful than always remembering and returning to those 4 walls where I’ve grown up, where I’ve started to build my personality.

Today I entered my room and a lot of thoughts and memories from the last 4 years of my life immediately crossed my mind. I explored my desk where I was selecting mathematical theorems and formulas for my exam. And not only for math, of course! History didn’t either let me sleep tight in may… Then I took a seat on my poor bed that had to endure so many changes because I had changed its place in the room like 3 times in 4 years. I’m pretty sure my bed hates me for forcing him… But I really do not like monotony, what can I do?…

While I was looking through my books, I found some dry rose petals. It was the first rose that I received from a very dear person. And I kept every petal in my favorite book….

My cat jumped into my arms and started to purr. It stuck so tight to me, that I had that feeling that all of us had during Christmas, with our families, with a cup of hot chocolate and with Home Alone on TV. But it was may and Home Alone was not so cool as 5 years ago…

Most of all I missed my beautiful wall that I maltreated, stung with needles, painted but also loved so much. Because this wall suffered more than I did. I think I should buy a chocolate for my wall, as it saved me from so many feelings that I refused to accept. It was like a little box where I could deposit all the displeasures and it accepted all of them, with a great dedication.

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Do not be afraid to return where you’ve started your journey, because the very first point of an adventure is also the most important one!

 

 

Late discoveries

 

I’d been living in Moldova for 18 years and I didn’t manage to see so many things that I’ve seen since I left the country. It’s so true that you learn to appreciate when you lose something.

Today we decided to go to the Danceni Lake to study its geography and to see the sorroundings. Luckily, nature supported us and gave us a sunny day and a perfect day for walks on plains and hills! Most of us see the lake from the street, but few of us see it from the perspective of the villages that are located in „its heart”. We had a great guide who showed us the most wonderful places!

These photos represent just a quarter of the beauties of this region. Do not leave Moldova without a day at the Danceni Lake. Of course, you have to dedicate other days to other charming places in Moldova!

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13161313_1108476149223205_2135866669_oAnd we couldn’t end the day better than with a coffee with some milk and a tea with honey…

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The (non-)european capital

I was born in Chisinau. A great city, I must say, from absolutely all points of view, both positive and negative. I won’t talk about it from the political perspective, because it would be a disaster. I will offer you a „new” Chisinau, I will show you the way it changed me.

People say Moldova has no beautiful and historical places. Instead, there are also rumors that moldavian women are very beautiful and that our food is delicious. Okay, that’s true and not so true. I know this town very well and I’m pretty sure I got to know it better than a lot of moldavians that have been living here for decades, (most of our citizens tend to waste their lives worrying about unuseful things, without even noticing the beauty that sorrounds them, that could decrease the unpleasentness of life) and I can surely say that we do have beautiful places and beautiful women and our „mamaliga” with homemade „branza” is the best dish ever! And I will talk mostly about the capital, because it usually tends to be underappreciated (politics, streets, Chirtoaca, you know 😀 )
But Chisinau is a very beautiful town. It’s beautiful in winter and spring, and summer, and autumn!

Winter nights are more luminous than winter days. I wouldn’t say that the Christmas Tree from Piata Marii Adunari Nationale is a very beautiful one and worth it, but it’s okay as it is, rather than without a Christmas tree 😀 Because one thing I know for sure: even if the Christmas trees look richer and more beautiful in other cities in this world than in Chisinau, Christmas is still more pleasant in the town where you’ve grown up!

Spring in Chisinau comes unexpectedly. Stealthly, subtle and then bam! Everything turns green and the gardens are full of violets and camomiles! Students’ exams are also coming and our city is slowly getting an enticing smell of coffee…

But summer… During summer you don’t even want to stay at home. You make a sandwich, buy some fruits and a bottle of water and you take your backpack with you. You leave the house at 10 pm and come back at 12 am or you don’t come back at all for some days. You just can’t miss the opportunities to visit Valea Morilor, Valea Trandafirilor, Gradina Botanica, Dendrarium, parallel streets in the downtown, vintage cafes, sunsets, forests, wanderings… You just can’t pass up any corner of the city…

…Till rain comes back. Till nature gets tired of accommodatin and maintaining so many souls and it starts rusting and autumn comes… And we taste the pleasant evenings spent near the window in our rooms with a cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate in one hand and in the other hand with a big and beautiful bouquet of memories…

Chisinau appears differently for all of us and I’m pretty sure that there is no man who can say that has not even a precious moment connected to Chisinau. Even if it’s criticized, even if it appears to be a (non-)european capital, I advise you to visit it, because it’s worth it!