Adventure in homeland – Transylvania, Targu Mures (Paint, Whisky and Rock&Roll)

After my  last night in Sibiu, when I stayed until morning driking and having a good time with my new friends it was kind of hard to wake up  the next morning. But I’ve tried hard to do that because if I wasn’t awake  at seven a clock I would have missed the bus. So when I went to sleep. I’ve put my phone  under my pillow and the alarm sound so loud in to my ear  the next morning. It was so loud that I thought I even woke up the hole house. Not just my roommate. When I opened my eyes I wasn’t so fresh I felt like a zombie. I went to the bathroom making a slalom through my clothes and backpacks. It was such a chaos that I fell down twice.
I don’t know why the falling didn’t hurt me. It was because I was so tired or it was because of the alcohol that has got stucked in my veins. Probably a bit from both. Next thing I did was to wash my face with cold water and sudently I felt like my face touched a big iceberg, not just the simple water.

After this sudden awakening I realised I wasn’t anylonger sleepy, but by contrary fully awake. Even if I was fresh my roommate was way more active than me after she saw what the timing of the clock showed. It was like I was watching  ”the flash” doing his preparations for a trip. In just five minutes this women made what I’ve done in a half an hour. I will say I was a bit gelous over her performance. After that, we put ourselves on the road, but we were like two small frozen people. It was so cold outside that all the windows I saw were transformed into pure ice. We just rush through this winter. When we arrived on the train station we said good bye to each other and then we went eachone to his own path. From than on  my path took me to Târgu Mureș.

Here, I learned one of my best lesson about multicultures in Romania. Yes, I stayed in a romanian house, but on the streets in most of the cases. I’ve heard people speaking in magyar. This wasn’t a problem. I knew that here a  small part of the population is made of romanians. So it don’t boder me at all. And even tho I am romanian, I was respeced because I asked in a polite way for help. It is true, not many romanians act like me when they arrive here, in this land. But learning from the highschool about history of this region I understood that I must respect every kind of culture, exactly like I want my culture and myself to be respected. So I wasn’t offended when a person would talk to me  in his native language and after that in romanian. It was kind of beautiful because I felt I wasn’t in my country anymore.  

This feelings and colors made Romania such a unique country. I know I will probably say it more often but Romania in my vision, after this journey, it’s like a minicosmopolit country. At the north you can meet ukraine mentality, at the west and in the center a big population of magyar live with many romanians. In the south-west the serbian influence it’s very considerable. On the south the friendship with bulgarians is seen at every step and on the east we have the moldavian gate.

This small country it’s the birth place of 19 milion people. Regardless of nationality, sex or religion, this country knows how to live in harmony. Speaking of harmony, that was my feeling when I stood at my host, Anca.

As i said it earlier, my host was a romanian girl. I was just a bit upset by the fact that eventhough I stood in a hungarian region I was hosted by a romanian. I am not saying that i do not like romanians, I am just saying that it would have been nice to be hosted by a hungarian person. I hoped I will find a hungarian local, but after that night I do not regreate a second spend around my host. But by contrary, during this journey she was one of the most open minded host I’ve had in the hole country. I arrived at her place around  six a clock and she was at home with her little sister. I spend some time waiting outside until she arrived, because she didn’t hear my phone call. She was cleaning the hole flat and the vacum noise with the music sounds made it imposible to hear the phone.

By a miracle, after half a hour she was curious and checked her phone. When I entered at her place I tried to be very polite and I’ve asked her if  I may sleep for a bit. I was very tired. She didn’t hesitate, but she told after that that she was not expecting me to go to sleep so early.

– Anca, he has a funny way of talking. He isn’t from Transilvania, right? That’s what her little sister asked her.
– No. He came from Bucharest. That was the last conversation I’ve heard before I went to sleep. That did not bother me, but it made me laugh a bit. From Bucharest to Târgu Mureș there are less than 400 kilometres, but the difference between people it’s an enormous one. The south culture had a few commune things with other regions from Romania. And this comparation it’s available for every region.

It was a blessing for me to meet and stay at Anca home. After the night when I had my beauty sleep she welcomed me with french fries and transylvanian souse, a good ”palinca” and on the morning with a glory red wine. The meal was simple, but perfect and at the right time. 
At the meal we tried to talk and know each other. That talk was so surprisingly good for me because I understood that here the teenagers are more mature in comparation with others romanian from south or east. Probably the local culture made them more mature then others. But it was a pleasure for me to have a conversation with a 14 years girl about difference between XVII century Transylvania and XXI century.  I was expecting to have this conversation with Anca, not with her sister. But this was a beautiful surprise. After that Anca told me that the owner of her place will came on a visit. It was allright for me because the more people I meet, the more curious I was.

Five minutes bassed by, but I didn’t how they flew since Anca and myself  had a good conversation about her job and suddently Claudiu apperead on the kitchen door,but  we didn’t notice. He didn’t say anything, he just watching us, until Anca turned her face at him. After this he asked me if I’m the new guest. I answerd yes and after that the fun time began.

– We drank all night annd he gave me a whyskey bottle as a gift. I didn’t refuse him, he smiled at me so nice, and I couldn’t resist it. His ofer was so good for me. Bit by bit, glass by glass we went to know eachother quite much. We had the same college, he even worked for a radio station for a little time. And on that period I was in college and  working for a radio station. Both of us had a big pleasure of make photography and traveling. At that moment Anca interrupted us and told us
– Boys if you need a room I have two. Claudiu you know better. It’s your place, I’m just passing . The joke was so good, that no one was disturbed by it.
– Don’t worry Anca, we just talk and drink. Like adults. I don’t know if you know that feeling.

At a certain time the drinks made their job and I went to the restroom. When I’ve returned in the kitchen on the table I found a one metre pizza.  It was so big that at the beginning I thought it was the tableclouth, after I stayd on the couch I saw the pizza. I was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything for a few seconds. I was speechless.

– Hei, dude, if you want you can eat. It’s for everybody, don’t be shy. Said Claudiu to me.
– We have pizza even for tomorrow. I respond to him. That’s all I could say after I saw that humangas pizza.
– Don’t worry about the food. You can take some slides if you want for tomorrow, on the road. Said Anca.
The morning came and we listened to esome rock concerts on the internet. This people from transylvania have good music taste. We spoke about rock music the hole morning, until I went to sleep. The music was our language in the morning.
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