The Old Sad House

Tuesday night ... I should post something to keep the habit of daily posting. The easiest thing would be to write something in any challenge, contest. My acquaintances now write about trees or participate in flower contests. I have many pictures of flowers, would be easy to participate in the contest (no chance to win, of course, but would solve the problem posting today). However, I want to give up the easy method even if I lose much of what I have accumulated so far, including ... followers.

It's Tuesday night, several hours until midnight. I have to hurry to find something. My method, my inspiration works much like that. I'm looking for some pictures and trying to tell their story. The real story, which I know or an imaginary story, a story suggested by the subjects of the photographs.

It's Tuesday night and I still cannot believe I will not post on the topic I have been following for months (you know, the one with the trees).

To position myself a little. I live for a few months in a town in northeastern Romania. A very beautiful city that made me forget my home town, the capital of Romania: Bucharest. In Iasi I live in a very small neighborhood on a hill in the middle of the city. A hill full of greenery, with many old houses and many large houses built recently by the rich. These houses are not interesting, they are tasteless and too big. I'm interested in old houses and their history.

Two steps from the block where I live is a home that fascinates me. Now it is abandoned and deteriorating.

It has a large courtyard. Now it's invaded by vegetation. It is incredible how quickly vegetation invades places where no one lives.

This house was very beautiful, it was definitely built around the 1900s when this hill was home to the city's important people, especially intellectuals. A few more houses down on the street lived an important Romanian poet, Otilia Cazimir. The street is now called Otilia Cazimir.

But I will come back to the story of the house, as I think it happened. Closer to see, we discover beautiful window decorations which show that masters of the house were perhaps artists, musicians or painters, I like to believe.

In the period between the two world wars, I think there was a life and a happy family in this house. There certainly were many children. At that time there were many children in all families. This courtyard full of cloves and bushes thinks it was full of the voices and laughter of children at the age when everything is fine and easy. There is no worry and fear of the future. First love blossoms among teens.

Years passed these places, history was not mild with people. After the war, the communists won here. A hard time followed for intellectuals in the country. I think the owners of this house have suffered, they have been thrown into prisons for many years. The children were taken by relatives and went away. Most have managed to go abroad in the capitalist countries of Western Europe. When the old masters of the house were released from prison, they no longer had anyone. They also managed to leave the country to their children. During this time the house was inhabited by several families of workers. The new masters.

After the revolution in December 1989, Romania gave up, or rather said, escaped communism. Times change again. The new inhabitants of the house also left. The place is definitely wanted by the new enriches of the new era. However, they fail to take over the house because the owners are abroad and even if they don't seem interested in this property, they don't want to sell it. They have so many memories there ... but they do not realize that the house is deteriorating, it breaks down.

What's next, no one knows. However, the house is condemned. There will not be much time there.

That's what I, schematically, imagined about this house and its inhabitants. Something similar happened in reality with many people, families and properties in Romania after the Second World War.

Instead of writing about trees or not being able to decide with which flower to participate in the contest ... I tried to tell a story about a house and its past. There can be countless variants of this story but only one house. This one!

I love this house very much and I would love to be mine, to live there. It's not possible.

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	I made this post with passion, effort and respect for you. I hope the result proves it.	Since English is not my first language, please forgive any grammatical errors.