Am tot amânat momentul în care să mă așez, liniștită, și să-mi aduc aminte de Cluj. Nu știu de ce. Uneori sunt inexplicabilă, confuză, ciudată. Alteori sunt mai senină decât cerul unei zile de mai.
Probabil cineva mi-ar zice că aveam prea mult timp liber, întrucât am făcut un drum atât de lung doar ca să ajung la o piesă de teatru. Dar, până la urmă, cultura nu are nici limite și nici granițe. Iar ca să ajungi să fii o persoană cultă și înțeleaptă, trebuie să știi să urmezi calea asta. Altfel o să rămâi transparent.
Dimineața la Cluj e frig. Trebuie să alergi continuu după raze de soare ca să te încălzești (sau ca să fie mai romantic pupatul pe obraji la colț de stradă). Dimineața la Cluj, însă, e liniște. Clujul matinal e primitor, liber și curat.
Nu vreau să spun prea multe despre Cluj. Doar că ascunde-n el atâtea frumuseți, încât nu-ți ajung zile-ntregi ca să le afli. Noi n-am reușit să descoperim prea multe, am reușit doar să le vedem. Însă de la a vedea până la a descoperi e cale lungă. Și, desigur, am rămas tăcuți, surprinși și marcați după ce am ieșit de la teatru. Pentru că pe scena aceea s-a născut talentul și atitudinea și a prins aripi viața cuiva. Tac și acum dacă-mi aduc aminte de piesa de teatru jucată în seara aceea. Pentru că uneori e mult prea greu să exprimi un sentiment care nu are o explicație. E mult prea greu să vorbești despre un lucru care-ți dă fiori, te marchează profund și te definește.
Dar ne-am îndrăgostit de Cluj, ne-am îndrăgostit la Cluj.
You do not organize a trip in the mountains just to see them. You want to see yourself more than anything. You want to find yourself, you want to try to rebuild or discover something.
I looked for fresh air. We looked for fresh air. And, obviously, for beauty.
We followed the clouds
and we switched our heads to see the mountains,
we walked a lot to reach the destination,
we insisted on freezing and getting hungry just to enjoy the warmth and that tasty steak,
we visited castles, streets, parks,
we climbed a lot of stairs,
we searched for chairs that would alleviate the fatigue,
we ran to the train station just to catch the trains
and then we slept in those trains,
we tasted the snow and then we tasted the Sun,
we found what we wanted to find,
we saw everything,
and, inevitably, we laughed, a lot.
We had a trip in „history”, and we did photos secretly, and we had fun,
we ate chocolate,
we looked for fir tree smell and we wanted so much to taste it, but gave up on this.
Busteni made us dream,
Sinaia made us run,
Brasov made us sing.
In the first year at the university you want very much to go home. Because you miss it. You miss your family, friends, places. You go home everytime you can. But when summer comes and you have to leave the hostel (if you live in one) and you have to say goodbye to your friends that have been near you for a year, the feeling isn’t so nice and you don’t even wanna go home anymore.
And as I’m in this situation, I think that (finally!) I have to tell you some things about Iasi. About my dear Iasi.
When I found out that I’d been accepted at „Alexandru Ioan Cuza” University, I was soooo happy. I’d been preparing physically and morally for my departure. Till then, I hadn’t left the house more than for a month. I loved my little room so much and I was afraid to live at a hostel, because I thought I wouldn’t find my place there. But that didn’t matter so much, as I’d been accepted at one of the best universities in Romania! Nothing mattered beside that. I took my backpack and my biiiiig suitcase and left.
The first impressions were that, of course, the roads were very good and that there were bicycle tracks. After that I saw the parks in Copou and smiled, because I knew that I was going to live in Copou and the parks would be totally mine! 🙂
I saw the university before, but I didn’t know that the faculty of Letters was in the most beautiful unit of the university! Well, I was even happier after that!
Only after some weeks here I decided to discover Iasi. I wandered it far and wide. Of course, the first destination was Palace Mall and the Palace of Culture. After that came Stefan cel Mare Boulevard, the churches, the Central Library of the University, Copou Park, Botanical Garden, the National Theater „Vasile Alecsandri” and many other places, which continiously convinced me how beautiful Iasi was and how proud should I be that I was living there.
(I will risk and show you more photos than usually, because I made a lot this year. Of course, they are not of high quality, because I didn’t have a camera everytime beside me, but they reveal Iasi’s beauties.)
Iasi enchanted me. It’s a small city, but it has everything you are looking for! Both good and bad things. 🙂 But if we try to be optimistic, the bad ones don’t matter at all. I will miss it. I will miss the long walks and talks in the parks. I will miss the sleepless nights in the hostel. I will miss the shop from the corner. I will miss those students that were singing in the campus at 4 a.m. I will miss the coffee before the 8 a.m lecture. I will miss the sunrise. These memories seem general, but, in fact, they are more personal than you can imagine.
The years spent at the university are the most beautiful ones! Collect memories now, because you can! If you don’t do it, there will remain only regrets and nostalgia!
I wish you a beautiful summer and we’re gonna see each other again in october, dear university!