M is for Michael

That was the motto on MTV over the week-end. And indeed, Michael was the idol of the MTV generation from the 80s. I remember Smooth Criminal was one of the first video clips I ever saw on a video tape that my dad copied from a friend. And I watched that video many times, cause there was no MTV to watch in Romania at that time.

And M is also for the Man in the Mirror that we should try to make a better person every day:

Joi.megaJoy

"Joi.megaJoy" by Katalin Thuroczy at Odeon Theatre

A group of old people is having a party every Thursday. With all their memories and nostalgia for their lost world and friends. But they still have a hack of a party. The problem is that after about an hour I checked my watch and asked myself: is this the only idea from this play? And that was almost all, with a little interference from the present and a confusion of whether the time of the action was during the communist era or in post-communism. Overall the performance was good, but a real plot and a resolution are missing in this play.

Do we still have a city?

This is how Bucharest looks more and more:



Can we still call it a city?, or is it just a jungle. The debate about how the architecture of Bucharest is ruined every day will take place here. And this is just about the beauty our eyes don't see, but what about the dust, the crowded places everywhere, the transport and many more? No wonder Bucharest has the lowest rating among the main cities in the European Union for the quality of life.

Destroying the planet

We are doing it every day: when we drive our cars, buy that stuff we don't really need, eat too much and then go to gym to keep us fit, wander around the planet to see it with our own eyes. We do it time and again until nothing will be left, or it will be too late to bring it back. Until we will make the Earth so hot, or so cold, or so dry, or so wet, or so acid that we will not be able to live here anymore. Some insects and plants will maybe still be able to live around and maybe it's better this way. We are the people that rule the world and know everything about it, too bad we are that blind.

Or we can try to save it, but that takes a lot of effort, perseverance and relinquishment. Will I do it, will you do it my friend, will all of us do it?

Doesn't this bother you?

The Seville Communion

I finished reading The Seville Communion by Arturo Pérez-Reverte. This novel is a little different from other novels I read by Reverte, as the background theme is not an area such as Flemish painting, rare books or maritime life, but losing of battles. Each character in the book is losing something in the end (faith, marriage, money, dreams), and each one of them is coping differently with it. At some point I got the same sad feeling I used to have when reading Kundera's novels (Unbearable Lightness of Being, Book of Laughter and Forgetting), but as Coldplay says it so well: "just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost, doesn't mean I'll stop".