Mihai Dobre x a Bucharest

“Hello, I am … and this is my Bucharest.”

in a phrase, that is what our new project is all about.

if you’ve been following our posts since recent (soft) launch, you might have noticed that we exercise a particular exploratory interest in the Bucharest.   it is the city we live and work in, and so it’s only natural to us to care and be curious of our habitat and surroundings, its influence on us and our effect on it.

Bucharest is not an easy subject.  it’s a city we all love to hate, a city of contrasts, a city of details, of drama and controversy;  it is one in the making, in decay and renaissance, at the same time.

and there’s not one Bucharest.   my Bucharest is different to your Bucharest.  it is the flat that i live in, the streets i visit, the people i meet, and the things i do.  the eyes i see it with. and my perception of Bucharest can both coincide – and be nothing close to yours.

this is how we got the idea for this project – a series of filmed walks with people we like through their Bucharest.  we only ask them to share with us a Bucharest – one of many.

Mihai Dobre of Suie Paparude was the first to present us his “hood”,  the area he grew up and still lives in.

Bucurestiul meu e mereu langa mine..Dupa un stagiu al copilariei mele pe continent african, am nimerit in cartierul Domenii, langa piata 1 Mai..scoala cu numarul 17, de protocol, cu vizite de la inalta poarta a pionierilor si fanfara domnului Giurgiu, unde am cantat la goarna.  Aici l-am cunoscut pe Michi, colegul de la Suie de mai tarziu, pe strazile astea cu nume de poeti unguri si indeletniciri renascentiste : Pivnicerului, Clucerului, Paharnicului.

Pe Ady Andre nr 10 , in garajul lui Michi am pus bazele lui Suie Paparude.  Pe Clucerului si strazile adiacente care merg paralael sau intersecteaza batranul Kisseleff, am crestat arena in parti configurate cu preitenii nostri.  Tot aici , lipita de curtea scolii noastre era o casa conspirativa unde se intalneau mai marii producatori de senzatii tari ai scutului anti apus…tot aici, in cartier , in colturi strategice si parcuri clandestine ne intalneam cu regularitate, seara, pe la 8, dupa scoala.  Fie sa fumam coleric, fie sa degustam lichiorurile absurde din comertul de stat dark comunist.  Masa si tacamurile le puneam in parcul Delavrancea , la Mormant, o ridicatura de piatra ce aducea izbitor de aproape cu o piatra funerara.  Nu departe de Marele Muzeu al Partidului , actualul Muzeu al Taranului Roman (ce ironie, nu vi se pare?) am fost facuti, in serie, pionieri, cu insemne si imnuri de stat la pachet… Nimic nu se pierde, ci totul se transforma, doar daca nu se da voie.  Sint mici franturi din Bucurestiul meu… Viitorul lui si poate si al meu va fi o amintire frumoasa!!!!

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