I have recently returned to Amsterdam after one week spent in Romania, my other home. I was in Bucharest for most of the time, but also in the countryside for a couple of days.
Being there has been as confusing as always because, somehow, I always find myself in the situation of trying to define and re-define what Romania means to me. And this is not easy, considering the multitude of contradictions this country is made of.
Bucharest looked rather grey on this particular occasion, mostly because of the weather (unfortunately, I left exactly when the snowing began). The heavy mixture of good and bad, beautiful and ugly, rich and poor etc. has always been difficult for me to digest and it didn`t feel any different this time. I would like to call it variety, but I actually see it as a separation, a big gap between components which should normally combine harmoniously.
However, I really need to stop trying to find a label for Bucharest. Perhaps it is in its nature to be simply undefinable and we should embrace it as it is. I will now let the images speak for themselves and they are quite a few!
Now, how would you define Bucharest? 🙂