Everybody leaves

An insurance office offered me the opportunity to listen to a conversation between a policeman and a representative of blocks association. The policeman, in civil clothes, and wooden tongue, was inquiring about a long people in the area whose identity cards were expired. A conclusion aroused, there are a lot of young people abroad. England and Italy seem to have the lion share. No wonder my town seems desert sometimes. I remember my mother telling me about her young years, when the main street filled with young people in the evening. They used to meet up and walk from one end to another, looking for fun and love as all young people. I see something similar, at a smaller level, in the summer, when some of the "departed" come to brag with their acquisitions. Of course, only the year-long inhabitants walk on the sidewalks. The others must exhibit their Hummers, Jeeps, convertibles while whistling at the girls and playing music as loud as possible.
The rest of the year, the majority of the population on the streets is middle aged (1/4) and retired (3/4). The clubs are filled every night by high-schoolers and once in a while groups of students and 30-something friends.

New Year's Eve

I decided to end 2012 going to Iasi. The trip was an event by itself. Between conversations (like the one between some IT young professionals who were comparing their job experiences in UK, Italy and Romania) and the show presented behind the windows by local bands with "goats", the train trip went very fast.

 Iasi looked beautiful. I liked the way it was decorated. The centre looked like the stars in the sky had descended towards earth.

 Even town hall was garnished with holiday lights.

 I enjoyed the festivities in the centre, together with the rivers of people which were pouting towards the centre from all the main streets. Although the bands were very interesting, it was impossible for me to stay still for long, my soles were freezing. What can you do, I had to wear the fancy boots on that occasion, instead of some warm ones better suited for those conditions.

 So we started sight seeing around, admiring some familiar sights in a different light. I liked especially the Three Hierarchs Church looked with the cross in front. The picture caught the light above as a Romanian flag, with its three colours (red, yellow, blue).

 At twelve o'clock, were the traditional fireworks. They were as usual there, a great show enjoyed by the thousands of people present there with their champagne ready for toasting for the new year. Then was the party, which made the usual victims. Some fell wherever they were slayed by the alcohol mixture. At a certain point it doesn't matter if you are friend of foe, as long as you are a good pillow.