Rare day

I have a very ambiguous relationship with patriotism and my country.

I am bugged when people discriminate Romanians just because they come from 'a chip off the old Soviet block, used to get up early in the morning singing patriotic songs and peppy reporting of false improvements'. Pardon my French, but up yours, orright?

I am equally bugged when Romanians consider themselves as the perpetual victims of history. History is what you make of it, but if you just let it happen, you have no one but yourself to blame.

I am known to speak not exactly kindly of my country. There are many, many flaws and it really breaks my heart to see good things go uselessly to waste.

Nevertheless, there were three occasions when I was proud of my country. I am not referring to sporting events or such. There were three times when the elections were not won by the PSD. First time, I, along with many others, naively thought that things will change. Nothing changed. The second time, cautious after the first major disappointment, we voted for change again and got it. Things changed some, but not always for better. Now, yesterday, it was the third time we voted for change and the third time we won - marginally (50.37%), but we did win.

I am strangely proud. Proud that against the media manipulations of the last years, blatant and shameless and obvious, history got to repeat itself. Last time the exit polls were ordered to show a different winner, and the victory speeches were embarrassingly loud and brash from the party that proved to be on the losing side.

I was afraid yesterday, watching the national television, that this time the horrific pictures could be true. Today I am glad that social-democrats, liberals and the other morons, plus the moguls behind them, get to choke back on their words.

It is a bid sad that the people actually living in Romania get to be so easy to be fooled around. There was a documentary on Arte that is refreshingly unpointing fingers at anyone. Although I suspect whom the maker voted with. But still, one very sad conclusion is that the most lucid of them all appears to be Dan Diaconescu, the guy who invented OTV, a controversial and very looked-down upon TV channel. He says that people who live there are numb, manipulated by the media, because in Romania, TV is everything (oh, so very true!), and that those who get disappointed, they emigrate. No fancy words, no nifty sketches, no chest pounding. Sad.

Another sad thing is that almost 50% of Romanian voted for someone whom they call 'the village idiot'. And the diaspora vote was needed to tip down the scales.

I know those who disagree with me think that I am petty being so 'involved' in politics. Being on the winning side here, I can agree to disagree.

It is not that I am  bursting with pride. I do not think that things will be radically different from now on. I do not believe that the current president is Prince Charming on a white horse who is going to fix everything. But I am glad that he has the chance to at least try to make things a bit different. And I have to admit that getting to see the looting bunch from PSD and the rest making fools of themselves does make my day.

On this note, I may add that more good news are more than welcome!

Almost December

I had no time for blogging these past weeks. I started the superhero post a while back, after I had seen the latest Bond flick, and never got to finish it. So I've just posted it today as part 1. The superhero theme is very dear to me and will certainly get back to it.

I spent some time in Romania, traveling to and fro, seeing family, friends, acquaintances, doing things with them, chatting and catching up, and in the end we were very grateful to have chosen a very comfortable car in which we spent almost half of the time. I have also realized that my home now is in Germany. I am glad to be home. It was good to see everybody and be back in my native country, but it is also good to be back home.

Romania is very much part of me, and the relationship with it is a strong love-hate one. I hate the things that are not working, corruption, bad roads (although I have to admit that they are not as bad as I expected, some of them are more than passable), unwillingness to change things for the better, the constant need to prove something (whatever that may be). I love the warmth of people, the laugh-while-crying attitude, the raw emotions you get to experience without any warning at all, the inventiveness of the place and its people that leads to hilarious shenanigans (for example, passing by a gas station called OVM, yep, no mistake, not OMV but OVM, although it was so shabby it could not have fooled anyone into believing in a typo...). It is a lot like our great compound family - crazy but lovable, heartwarming and exasperating.

I think it will take a longer time than estimated for things to get on the right track in Romania. I don't even know who is to blame for everything that Romania is criticized for - the politicians, the people who still elects the same proven over and over again dubious characters, the indifference of any authority you might think of, the inanities you get whenever you have to deal with bureaucracy. We did not invent all these, but instead of getting rid of them, we just try and find ways to coexist with them. Is this wise or foolish? I tend to say it is foolish, but I have not been a trend setter of main-stream follower of renown.

Anyway, there were some good experiences that we did not expect to have - some good roads, helpful and expeditious bank personnel, nice small neighborhood shops with polite shop assistants. And this is nice. After a long period of having a lot of bad things happening to you in your own home country, it is very comforting to have something nice to say about it.

I have just realized that today is election day in Romania. But due to some questionable legal provisions, neither hubby nor I can vote, because you have to be in the place where your legal residence is (for us Buzau) in order to be able to vote. Not that I would have known whom to vote for anyway. In Buzau or in "diaspora". I don't trust any of them candidates and would most likely have voted blank. But, thanks to the new uninominal vote law, we can't. In the same situation as us are the rest of the people who are abroad but have not renounced their legal residence in Romania, or the students who are not studying in their home town, or those completing their military service (which nowadays is no longer under forced conscription). Uninominal vote is good though, so we'll make do this time and hope the law will get better in time. I just hope that for presidential elections things will be different. I do want to express my electoral opinion in this respect. Although senators and deputies have more power and actually make the laws, I don't know who could really make a difference for the better. But I do know whom I am voting for as president.

It's Sunday. It's sunny. It's a lazy day spent at home. It's almost lunch.
So, toodiloo for now. (I keep considering these posts as letters sent to someone, and I have to end them in a letter-writing way. I am lousy at writing introductions, and not any better at finishing them.)