Blog of Romania

Just like my mum cooks better than your mum, I can’t be objective concerning my country.

While standing in line in the Vienna airport I was deep in thought while looking at a young Buddhist monk wearing a traditional garment, accompanied by a very beautiful woman. The dream state was broken by the charming approach of a group of noisy women. They were restless, flurried and pleasant, and when they started to ask questions in broken English I burst into laughter.

I like colorful people and, since I met most of them in Romania, I like it here.

I like cultures that overrate themselves and, since Romania is the most familiar to me, I like it here.
Any culture establishes itself as a center, a pole of interest for a certain community. Thus, any worthwhile display is inflated to glorious size and not justified in an objective manner. We have a good movie, we squeeze it as much as possible and it was successful all over the place and it’s a rebirth of Romanian cinama and etc. When we use the exceptions to fuel our desire that they become the rule, you can recognize a culture that overrates itself. It’s just a phase (sometimes to be blamed), but it pushes things forward.

I like blazing, confident and beautiful women, and since most of them are Romanian, I like it here.

I like the noise, the bustle, the turmoil and, since you can find them all here, I like Romania.

I like Eliade and Culianu and, since they were Romanian, I like Romania.

I like the national footbal team and I like the national women’s handball team.

I like our youth.

I like that we are a bad-tempered nation, that we move (good, bad) and exist.

I like that we badmouth each other, but God forbid some outsider dare criticize us.

I like that it’s easy to get a conversation started with a Romanian. It’s so easy to find a common subject: football (Steaua, Dinamo, Rapid, the local and national teams), politics (politicians, corruption, recent scandals), sex (women in general, local characteristics - Moldova, Ardeal, Bucharest etc.), being Romanian (it’s difficult, it’s easy, wait till you see how it is abroad, I have a daughter in Canada, we’ve always been like this, I met someone from your town etc.)

I like that it’s not easy being Romania. It’s an eternal challenge.

Original post: here (RO).
Adrian is a brilliant Romanian blogger ranting about philosophy, time and women.