Un monument istoric e de astazi istorie… Nu va sinchisiti!

Hala Matache – subiect arzator printre ONG-isti in ultimii 3 ani.

Hala Matache – monument istoric de  clasa B

Hala Matache – construita in 1887, avand acoperisul realizat pe structura metalica – una dintre primele astfel de structuri din Romania.

Hala Matache – simbol al unei comunitati negustoresti

Hala Matache – asa-zis focar de infectie

Hala Matache – asa-zis obstacol in vederea realizarii proiectului megaloman al lui Oprescu (=Ceausescu)

Urmeaza un scurt mesaj pentru toti prostii care sar in sus de bucurie ca Hala Matache se demoleaza in aceste momente, pentru toti idiotii care nu vad nimic mai mult decat o zona plina de tigani care trebuie curatata cu buldozerul, pentru toti retardatii care il venereaza pe boul de Oprescu si care viseaza cot la cot cu el bulevarde cu 1000 de benzi pe sens si autostrazi care sa le treaca prin dreptul geamului si pentru multi alti incuiati care nu vad adevarata problema.

Adevarata problema in aceasta situatie nu mai este hala – o cladire care a ajuns infecta si darapanata tot in urma dezintereselorului autoritatilor – nu este nici macar comunitatea din zona – atat de marginalizata si condamnata in ultimii ani – ci o reprezinta ILEGALITATEA actiunilor boului de Oprescu si ale aparatului din subordinea lui. Adevarata problema este abuzul de putere si tupeul cu care a reusit sa sfideze 2 milioane de oameni. 

Este absurd, aberant, ilogic, stupid ca in 2013, intr-o capitala europeana sa se intample astfel de lucruri fara o reactie masiva din partea cetatenilor. M-asteptam sa iasa 50000 de oameni in strada si sa-l spanzure pe Oprescu in mijlocul Pietei Matache.

sursa foto: Casa Jurnalistului

sursa foto: Casa Jurnalistului

Cum e posibil ca in Bucurestiul asta sa existe atatia idioti care sa accepte asemenea ilegalitati facute pe fata!!? Adica nici macar nu se mai chinuie sa semneze un rahat de autorizatie de demolare?? “Ce mai conteaza… facem ce ne taie capul, oricum nu ne cere nimeni socoteala si nu ne trage nimeni la raspundere.”

Mie-mi fierbe sangele in vene si ma intreb cum pot altii sa doarma noaptea stiind ca inchid ochii si accepta ilegalitati si abuzuri de asemenea proportii. Chiar atat de retardati sunteti?? Serios… Mi-e greata, ma duc sa vomit.

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Dor de duca…

Recent, m-a apucat un dor de nestavilit de calatorit; calatorit in sensul de inchis ochii si ales un punct pe harta, urcat in tren si drum bun. Anul trecut, cam pe vremea asta, aflasem de un proiect fain – Travel means freedom – realizarea unui e-book  format din povestile a 111 oameni despre ce simt cand calatoresc, sau ce inseamna a calatori pentru ei si m-am decis sa trimit si eu un articol pe subiectul ‘Travel – as I live and breathe’. Articolul meu n-a aparut printre cele 111 din carte, dar m-am gandit sa-l postez aici.

Travel – as I live and breathe…

“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins

“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber

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 What does traveling mean to me? That’s a difficult question. Traveling is a way of life, my way of life.

Through travel I’ve had the chance to discover new places and to meet amazing people.

When I’m on the road I just feel like the world is mine, I could go anywhere…All I need is my backpack and a camera. The unknown awaits and I’m beginning my exploration each time filled with hopes and dreams. I love the feeling of not exactly knowing my next step, of having just a vague idea of what I’d like to do or where I’d like to go next. I love the new smells, the exceptional sights when I least expect them, the unusual, funky tastes and the mild wind brushing through my hair on sunny days.

I always like to pick my destinations depending on season – warm, lively places in the summer and cold, snowy locations during winter. Once I’ve figured out my main destination I start thinking about means of transportation. Traveling by train is usually the most convenient when I want to have freedom and the opportunity of backpacking around a larger region. I choose planes when I want to explore one place in particular and discover all the dark corners of a certain city and I won’t say no to hitch-hiking on relatively small distances between cities. I’ve never stepped outside Europe yet, but I’m taking it bit by bit, breathing it all in. The world is huge and I want to savor every piece of it

So what is traveling? Well, it’s me – it’s a perfect mix of my personality – spirit of adventure, unknown, a little bit of home in a big pile of new, speed, light, memories, creativity and most importantly connectivity. Travel connects me to myself and to others. With each journey I learn something new about the world and about my true self. No matter how many crossroads or obstacles I encounter during my trip, I always overcome them and never look back. Traveling makes me stronger and more confident with every step I take.

 As we all know, every corner of the world has its own charm, and a large part of this charm are the people, the communities. Meeting new people and living for a few days as you belong in their society is always an experience worth having. One of the most important reasons I enjoy traveling is the opportunity of being part of different environments and learning diverse customs and traditions, merging beliefs, sharing stories and opinions, and witnessing all types of cultural movements.

 To my mind, traveling means fast-forwarding through life and history whenever and wherever you choose, taking with you the best parts and learning the most valuable lessons. Enjoy!

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