Sunday, 31 July 2011

An august day!

It's nearly August but nevertheless august


In Romania, dogs go "ham ham", not
"woof, woof".  I didn't believe this until
I met this little chap - he really did say,
"ham, ham" - I wish I had my video
camera to prove it.

I'm doing this a day early on Sunday.  Tomorrow sees the last Monday in Romania and the first of the days when we see some of the patients for the last time.  That means that next week will be the last blog.  My plan is to write most of it before I fly back to the UK and then finish it on Monday 8th August when I am home.  I am really not looking forward to next week - it will be pure bitter-sweet.

Lots of talks and conversations this last weeks on why people do what they do and would we do the same if we were in the same position.  It is pretty much impossible to say.  A lot of people will recognise the following quote:

"...Get me out of here. You can’t hold me here. Get me out. Get me out of here.’ However, only five of the forty participants refused to continue to press the button beyond this point.

Why did only 5 out of forty people comply with the request to keep pressing the button when they knew that they were causing extreme distress by continuing?  Why when the order from someone in a white coat and a fellow ‘peer' did no one at all refuse to press the button?  What would you do?  What would I do?

One lady this week was very quiet and a bit distressed during an early session.  She is quite elegant and has an air of sophistication about her.  She would not be out of place in a Cheltenham tea room.  She had a dream the previous night which was still with her.  I paraphrase, "I am not guilty of anything.  The people who put me here are not bad, just over zealous.  I dreamed last night that I was not in the hospital any more.  It was lovely.  Then I woke up and I was still here.  It's horrible.  I don't want to be here.  How can I ever get out?" 

If I could press a button to get her out I would.

Medieval fun in Sighisoara

Sighisoara is famous as the most perfectly preserved medieval city in Europe.  They had a medieval festival this weekend.  My old town of Rochester (see the very first blog) also has an eleventh century castle and hosts many festivals on the cobbled high street.  The weather was kind and loads of people turned up.  One of the nice things about having a fully walled city is that it was easy to charge everyone 10 Lei entrance fee - well worth it.  Wall is much too high to climb over - I tried it and they threw a dead cow at me.

This fluffy chap was my official guide
last time I went to Sighisoara, it was
lovely to see him again. 
Loads of things going on.  Several different stages and a main amphitheatre in the square - where (most) of the sword fighting happened.

 
Good crowds.  This was the day's
opening ceremony prior to a procession

Sighisoara really is a very pretty town and I can recommend a visit to anyone.  Unfortunately the (mini-) bus was completely crowded for the one and a half hour trip there.  Corina stood, Kiki sat on a beer crate and I curled up on the floor next to the driver - ouch! 


Bunting

Cute and tiny little flat overlooking
one of the squares.  But three
satellite dishes?
Loads of people dressed up in medieval garb and really looked the part.  Just a jolly fun day for all the family.

Just like the Rochester festivals. 






As you enter the town the
bouncer asks if you are carring
any weapons - if you are not
they give you one.
Great vantage point, but a very long
queue to get in

















House for sale

We visited a lovely (older) lady who we have got to know over the last six months.  She has been trying to sell her house as she is out in the sticks and really wants to be somewhere where she has access to some company.  She cooked the most moreish and fattening Hungarian pastry dish; so the 9kg I have lost during my time here have all gone straight back on.

I ate all of these - lovely
Me actually eating one - not so lovely
Not quite sure what she wants for her house, and the only advert seems to be a small typed sheet of paper in the window.  No central heating, no mains water, floods nearly every year.  But very peaceful and loads of character.

Very fertile garden!

Bits and pieces

Not a lot has happened with the house build opposite - I was hoping to include a photo of a complete house by now.  Here are a few images from the week...


Adamus - so good they named it
twice...or, thrice...or even five times.
I think I might let these guys
give me a blue-rinse.













I have really fallen in love with some of the detail you find
on some Romanian buildings - the roofs have eyes!
Anyway, if things go according to plan, the next blog will be posted from the UK on August 8th.  I will probably post one more a month later just to record a few thoughts after a month of reflection.

Until Soon!

Paul