NO NAME COUNTRY

WRITTEN BY CHRISTINA C. CLUCENCU

I have always said that my hometown is the safest place on earth. Indeed, it is like an old myth that tries exuberantly to outlive many years of bad choices and indifference. Everybody knows everybody and that is a fact. My people live in a bubble that emerged from a once-known capital of culture. They killed the impressive amount of human bonds and good breeding because of the very poor political views, as they would be in Ancient Greek competition. This is the blood that flows into the veins of each, actual and up-coming, generation.

Romania is a no-name country with no name citizens. It is like we were reborn at the beginning of the century with a disease of being dissatisfied by living on a land soiled by our ancestors’ wounds. That is the image that has been broadcasted by our publics’ faces. We promote nothing but commercial incomes. However, people are people. Beyond all these dark influences that can reach our beloved youths, there is still hope underneath the rocks. 13