La revedere, Timișoara.

We've been back in Costa Rica for almost a month now. A month of palm trees swaying in the breeze, parrot singing to each other from our balcony, and mangoes falling from the sky during walks under the hot Costa Rican sun. I again remember how the plunging swoop of the great yellow bellied kiskadee goes. The pipa fria flows and the pineapple has quite literally been kissed by the gods. The geckos have all moved back into the house, if only to cackle in the faces of the people who left paradise.

Sitting at my desk, staring into the ever descending valley, and I can remember how excited I was to leave here for a European voyage...All of those months ago, I was told that we were leaving but not where or for how long.1

The unknown of what was to come was exciting in so many ways and before we left, I did eventually find out that we would be landing in Germany and ending up in Romania. My first time in Munich was an overwhelming amount of fun. I was younger then and new things were exciting - regardless of their quality or purpose.2

Our Romanian driver picked us from Germany to take us to whatever the fuck a Timișoara is.3 It was the middle of the night when we finally arrived to Timișoara and even then I could see that the city was run down. In the states, the poorer neighborhoods are segregated so its clear when you've left one and entered another. In Timișoara every fifth house is abandoned and on every other corner you'll find one with missing windows. After living there a year, I couldn't tell you where exactly either the good or bad parts are. I've never quite experienced the sort of pretentiousness that consists of out of work BMW owners speeding by lines of babushka wearing grandmas who are carrying bags of produce and waiting for the buss.

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Imagine if buildings were no longer constructed after the 90s - no improvements or modifications. Whatever you have is what you're stuck living around and that's Timișoara. Okay, fine they did build a new mall that soon flooded from the pool breaking and I have heard that the coffee is better now.

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I'm impressed by how the mannequins looks more attractive than the clothes on display.

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This is not an industrial zone but where the shopping center is - it's naive to let the pipes fool you.

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The streets are much too narrow for the amount of cars that need to park on both sides. So, what we have here is cars parking half on the street and half on the sidewalk (including semis). You won't see police giving out tickets for this nor does anyone at all seem bothered.

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Genuine leaded gas. Suck it EU.

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On the positive side, if you'd like a cat to adopt you can head outside on any given day and on any street and you'll find a cat to pick up and take home with you.

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I think this is for laundry that needs a beating. My friend, Elena, thought that it was cute that I had never started a stove with a match or hung laundry out to dry. Do you believe that they don't use shower curtains? They will cover the table in a plastic cloth, but it never occurs to them to hang the table cloth to block water from flooding the bathroom floor. Also, putting your laundry out to dry is stupid and barbaric.

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Don't be fooled by the rust or over grown bushes - this overpass is working and the only way to cross over the train tracks.

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No one I grew up with believed me when I said that this is not the ghetto part of the city. I will say though that I'm nostalgic for walking around the city with the knowledge that I will be leaving soon.

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In the town center you'll find a park filled with nothing but-busts.4 It's pretty weird and wouldn't you much rather they used female busts? I understand that building the bodies of statues is challenging but why not build one nice full sized statue? Or why not have a leg here or an arm there? Trust that it's really unsettling to walk through a city with scattered heads staring back at you.

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Timișoara's summer concert series. Lots of standing, no dancing, and minimal accommodations (see tent with nothing underneath it). You know, I never met one person who actually liked living there and I never thought I would like a place less than Indiana.

I wish I had a better ending (or beginning and middle. ha) to the story of my time in Timișoara. The girl I was before I entered Romania had never seen a wild snail, used a dutch oven, tasted loveage, or been in a castle...etc so all is not lost. I'll always hold some nostalgia for that little 'city' in Romania.

La revedere si noapte buna.

PS. If you're ever at Piața Petőfi Sándor then find the black and white dog on the corner and give him a pat for me.

  1. I got in trouble for something before we left and spent a few sleepless nights ruminating over the idea that maybe Master would just leave me in Costa Rica. That after weeks I would walk to his house to find everything gone. []
  2. That has changed quite a bit now and I can spot a terrible hotel from being in the lobby only for a few seconds. []
  3. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I would be routinely driving on this exact highway we first took into Romania as apart of our Budapest conquests. []
  4. Not just some park in the middle of nowhere - this is the premiere park of the EU's Cultural Capital. []

2 Responses to “La revedere, Timișoara.”

  1. Ha, the pineapple mention made my mouth water, so I went to the fridge and finished it. You did it to yourself.

    BTW, that shot with the mud-parked BMW and the famelic kittens is fucking priceless, next they do a Capital Of Culture Branding Competition or whatever the shit idiocy in that typical vein they do, submit it.

    There's nothing wrong with line drying, hater.

    But the fucking concept of a wild snail... roflmao. What's it gonna do, tusti! din tufis ?

    • nicoleci says:

      Haha. I found the bowl.

      Can you believe the number of cats?! & will do.

      Sounds like something a gnome would say.

      I thought youd appreciate the line about the snails.

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