Bucuresti
I didn't know what to expect of Bucharest
Was it still Little Paris, as it was in the Interbellum
Had Ceaucescu destroyed everything in the Ceausima?
Or did Kapitalism finish his job.
I arrived in the rain
On a november night.
In a taxi, through an Arc de Triomph
On our way to a very western hotel
We had management committees
Workgroups, and a conference,
But in the mean time, we could expercience a bit of the city.
The metro, with wide modern carriages, but small platforms.
with a rather west-european line-network.
Plata Victoriei, with incredible big buildings.
I went Steaua stadium, was in the south-west.
I took the most filled tram in history,
Through communist blocks to get there.
It was time for Unirea-Rangers.
As i had noticed, when having breakfast with fat guys in blue
We walked throuh Micul Paris,
It's lovely Atheneum,
Surrouind by this weird romance language
And painted Ceilings.
Dancing with Romanian Tango-girls.
We went to a sports bar.
Watching Steau with the faithful,
Feeling the latin-passion, when they equalised Fenerbahce.
Noticing Ajax & Roma banners with consent.
And imagining the tension of the Marele derby
We went to drink beer at Ceauceascu's
Strangly seeing,
That the square before his megaloman palace,
Was used for a Wedding-fair
And BBQ meals.
I am still confused what to think of the city.
It is warm., it is cold, it surely is a true city.
Was it still Little Paris, as it was in the Interbellum
Had Ceaucescu destroyed everything in the Ceausima?
Or did Kapitalism finish his job.
I arrived in the rain
On a november night.
In a taxi, through an Arc de Triomph
On our way to a very western hotel
We had management committees
Workgroups, and a conference,
But in the mean time, we could expercience a bit of the city.
The metro, with wide modern carriages, but small platforms.
with a rather west-european line-network.
Plata Victoriei, with incredible big buildings.
I went Steaua stadium, was in the south-west.
I took the most filled tram in history,
Through communist blocks to get there.
It was time for Unirea-Rangers.
As i had noticed, when having breakfast with fat guys in blue
We walked throuh Micul Paris,
It's lovely Atheneum,
Surrouind by this weird romance language
And painted Ceilings.
Dancing with Romanian Tango-girls.
We went to a sports bar.
Watching Steau with the faithful,
Feeling the latin-passion, when they equalised Fenerbahce.
Noticing Ajax & Roma banners with consent.
And imagining the tension of the Marele derby
We went to drink beer at Ceauceascu's
Strangly seeing,
That the square before his megaloman palace,
Was used for a Wedding-fair
And BBQ meals.
I am still confused what to think of the city.
It is warm., it is cold, it surely is a true city.