In these summer mornings so generous with light, if I were a resident of Bucharest, I would be there, at the Village Museum... From now on, I will dream of that paradisiacal place just as others dream of the Maldives, or any other place that can make you completely happy, even if only for a few hours (knowing full well that complete, continuous happiness is not for here and now).
The Museum of the Romanian Peasant is another treasure. Or rather, a chest full of treasures. I don't think it needs an introduction. For those who have been, what I could say is too little, and for those who haven't, it deserves to remain a surprise. It is to be seen, to be read, to be felt... and to be revisited, re-experienced, deepened. What's more, you return home with a series of “keys” through which you can see life differently.
I even took some keys from there, from the fair – literally – for the little ones. Each one is different, just as we are.
And another window through which you can see the world. Differently.
Or, rather, as it actually is, beneath the dross.
Bucharest is worth enduring for such privileges. Everything is worth enduring for some glimpses of beauty. Life itself is worth enduring for some paradisiacal flashes, even if hardship and monotony prevail. Yes, Mr. Patapievici, there is light even in things... and how much! Isn't that what artists have been trying to tell us, for so many centuries? And isn't that what they want to teach us, to get us, all ordinary mortals, accustomed to seeing with the naked eye... on any kind of day, not just on holidays?
“Happy are those who see beauty in ordinary places, where others see nothing! Everything is wonderful; one only needs the capacity to look properly” (Pissarro).
Life, with all its aspects, is worth enduring until the time comes for “God to be in all things and in all people” (Apostle Paul).
Simona Andrușcă
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