When I started typing the title, I accidentally wrote “Tomania”, the country of dictator Adenoid Hynkel in Charles Chaplin’s masterpiece The Great Dictator.
Although it was just a simple mistake, it proves to be incredibly appropriate.
In a country of the European Union, Romania of the year 2008, the vice president of the National Liberal Party, a governing party who’s president is the prime minister, declares this (my approximate translation):
RO: “…mai bine se face o eventuală nedreptate decât să fie tolerată o dezordine”.
EN: “…It’s preferable to have a possible injustice rather than tolerating disorder.”
I am really, really ashamed I am a citizen of this country, and it saddens me even more remembering I had the opportunity to leave for good, and I didn’t.
There is no hope, this country will never change. This nation is like a flock of stupid sheep, constantly driven over the cliff by scum rulers.
Source: Mediafax, via Gandul (Romanian language only).
On Saturday morning, around 11 o’clock, I was off to a local supermarket on a mission assigned by my wife Crenguţa: to get a list of prices for some 2 dozen products.
The music, the sound quality, the light, the musicianship — they were all exactly how I expected. In other words: the show was great!
The event management on the other side — typical for this fucking country: a complete mess.
I was promising you the story of the car crash. A little bit late, I know, but here it is.
It’s probably better to start with the picture. On the following satellite view lifted from Google Maps I’ve overlaid a small blue car and arrow to represent me and my direction of driving. The red car is, of course, the other car involved.
The green cross is in the front of my apartment’s building, the spot I had just left one minute prior to the accident.
Satellite photo with crash schematics overlaid. Moving the mouse over the picture reveals a slightly larger version.
Tomorrow night we’ll have the privilege to see the great rock legend Robert Plant performing live in Bucharest.
I’m very excited and I can hardly wait. I hope it will be great. I haven’t followed his music in the recent years, yet even if I (supposedly) don’t like it, it’s going to be a great show, performed by true musicians. A must see.
I’m a little bit concerned about the location though. It’s going to take place in a parking lot and it’s going to be the show that concludes a series of live performances starting today with some (crappy) Romanian bands. I’m really curious about the acoustics in that parking lot.
But I’m more concerned about the seats. I’ve bought the so-called VIP seats because I wanted this concert to be a surprise and birthday present for Crenguţa, and of course there was no way to get her standing for several hours into a crowd of thousands of crazy rockers. The website I bought the tickets from had a really bad schematics of the stage and seats areas, one thing being clear though: the seats are at an angle from the stage.But there was no way to tell how the visibility is going to be. But we’ll see.
This seems to break all conceivable diplomatic protocols, but there’s this newspaper which pretends the Romanian minister of foreign affairs was searched at the arrival in the U.S. just like a common immigrant. His fingerprints were taken, his iris pattern was scanned, he was ordered to take his shoes and his belt off, and he was questioned on the purpose of the visit.
This story was not confirmed yet, but if it is true, it really really sucks. I couldn’t care less about Romanian politicians, ministers or not, but this is a major diplomatic incident which says a lot about how the U.S. believe they can bully anyone. News flash for you: nobody made you the world’s police, and by the way — your fight against terrorism doesn’t look all that good, you know?
I hope you feel more secure now, knowing that our foreign affairs minister won’t be able to slip any bombs through your airports.
What a world of morons…
Note: Image borrowed from the “Ziua” newspaper’s website, at the above mentioned link.
You may or may not know that the recently re-validated president of this fucking country is a moron. And on top of that, a racist moron too. Continue Reading
…in this lame excuse of a city!
Satellite photo of the area I live in. Moving the mouse over the picture reveals a detail version.
The picture above is a satellite photograph of the area I live in. Roll your mouse over it to see it slightly zoomed in. Near number 1, in a blueish hue — the building where my apartment is. The yellow dotted line is the way I normally drive to work in the morning. But today the boulevard where I usually turn left (the point below no. 2) was so crowded with cars going both ways, that it seemed easier to turn right instead, and get back on track at the first stoplight (3). You can’t count on fellow drivers to be that nice and allow you to get in line, so it usually takes many minutes before there’s a big enough space for one to sneak in.
This meant a detour of at most 500 meters. Only it took 20 minutes to make that detour! So I finally gave up, turned back home and left the car, then took the subway to work.
A few years ago I’ve got myself a Certified Professional Authorization (lang=’ro’: Persoană Fizică Autorizată, P.F.A. — I have no idea if there’s any equivalent outside Wacko-land).
It’s basically a one-man company, which allows me to issue invoices for my services. I had to do it because my employer back then was paying salaries based on invoices issued by employees in order to ditch taxes (a very common practice these days). Continue Reading