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Published: August 20th 2006
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I don’t want to be a negative thinker. I make abstraction of the bad things around me and try to have fun. I criticize a lot though, but wouldn’t you? Just take a look at what the word “resort” means to some people. I photographed Costinesti and had a revelation of what civilization means to some. I expect things to be different in other countries.
For now, I am actually stuck here and obliged to “enjoy” the weird vacation I’m having in this fair. There’s food everywhere. A multitude of kiosks and small shops, fast food counters and “get it yourself” cafeterias pave the way to the beach. It’s a sad view. The place is crowded and smells like fish, kebabs and, the most popular, shawarma (saorma). Maybe it does sound interesting. For a moment you can even imagine yourself in an Oriental city where this cult food represents a delicious, creative dish. I can even hear Turkish and Arab melodies slowly moving their lazy notes like the hips of a beautiful woman. But then I remember, they listen to “manele”. Loud and noisy, this music is a poor imitation of other people’s culture adapted to the poor, uneducated, yet
trendy and self centered young people in Romania. Then I can hear local music as well, played by young artists with no talent and many ambitions. Slimy tables with benches that are supposed to imitate pleasurable places where you can enjoy your cheap meals or your Coke are on both sides of the street. Here and there, souvenir shops with sun screen sitting in the heat boldly show their merchandise. It’s not even 12 one o’clock when we return to our green villa to take a shower. It’s really hot and the air is dirty with hard to bread smells. The sellers continue their exhausting activities as people queue in long lines to get some hamsii or a piece of pizza, both sold in the street.
Thank god the sea is big so my eyes can avoid the beach. But can they? There are many visitors from Moldavia. They speak a rotten Romanian language, they’re fat and keep on eating, and they are large and keep on stepping in the sand without paying attention if they pass by and throw sand on you in the process. I don’t really care about that though. I bade in the sun and
fall asleep between my short readings. I brought some magazines with me (they are called PHOTO and have these amazing pictures of landscapes, but not only that; they have Russian photographic art - black and white and sepia pictures of pregnant women, sensual nudes and weird, unreal people broken and contortioned). I love painting and taking pictures, so being able to taste a little bit of my world was a real pleasure. I relaxed and let my imagination work. In the evening I gave drawing a try. I had ink and a special drawing instrument with me and, for a couple of hours my hands slipped rapidly with soft and harsh strokes on the paper. But talking about my drawing is another story…
We bought 4 types of sun screen lotions and oil, but my boyfriend still had a sun allergy. Makes you wonder about the strength of the heat here. I got a nice sun tan, but I’m afraid there are no available pictures with that. I’m as white as snow in all of them. I took pictures of the seagulls as they flew by. They were really great. These birds are graceful and impressing at the same
time. In the evening, the sun set in and the seagulls invaded the beach. Tens of them flapped their wings and let themselves carried by the wind in large circles just above us. I tried to capture a close-by one “on film”, but every time the pictures refused to reveal what I saw.
Although the seagulls didn’t show their grandeur in the photos, they pointed out the fact that the beach was left in a terrible state. When people went home to shower in the evening, the beach looked like a giant dumpster. The images speak for themselves. The birds came to eat whatever there was left when the humans went home. We can’t help ourselves so nature invented ecological birds to clean after us…
Where have all the good people gone? How can such beautiful scenery be ruined in such a brutal way? This country is so weird…why have such awful people been blessed with such a wonderful country? I still can’t explain it…
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