Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Pussy

I can think of many unpleasant ways to be woken up on a Saturday morning, but one of the worse is hearing your 70 year oldish neighbour running down the hall yelling "Puuuusyyyyyy... Puuuussssyyyy... Puuusssssssyyyyyyyyy".

I recounted this story to Cristi. "Well, it's a common name for a cat in Romania!"

"Oh yeah? How would you feel if your...what's the Romanian word for pussy?"
"Pussy."
"No, not that pussy. The other pussy. The...uh...female one."
"Pussy?"
"The..um...the "other" pussy."
"Oh! Pizda."

"Ok...how would you feel if your 70 year neighbour woke you up at 8:00 am on Saturday yelling "Piiiiizda.....Piiiiizzzzdaaa...Piiiizzzzdaaaaaaaaaa"?

He's still laughing now.

Buying hardward

Cristi and I had to go get a scanner.

"Do you want to see how we buy a scanner in Romania?"
"Sure!"

I thought this would be a routine shopping trip, until I let the words "in Romania" sink in.

We walk across the street to the ETA computer store. We go upstairs and meet with a sales associate. It looks like a bank and he's sitting behind a long row of desks.

The session starts with the usual pleasantries, including cracking jokes. Then Cristi tells him the model we want. The guy makes some phone calls, gives us the price and then shakes our hands.

We go out and talk to receptionist, who gives us a slip of paper with...I don't know what, because I didn't look at it.

We take the elevator downstairs. The ceiling of the elevator is actually a leftover map from the Communist era, showing the growing population in Banat. It's made of white plastic, showing Western Romania and little stick figures and numbers. I asked if it was always there, or was simply being recycled. It's recycled.

So we go downstairs and show the slip of paper to the people in the warehouse section. They get us our scanner. More paperwork. A receipt the size of a sheet of paper.

We go upstairs to pay. More paper work. We say goodbye to our sales associate and head home in the Communist elevator again.

Total time: about 30 minutes.

Feels like home

Timisoara truly is home for me now.

Even though I had a bad case of homesickness last night. Although, in all fairness, it was due to the fact that my apartment has no hot water. I had hot water on Saturday and then magically it stopped. I'm bitter. And my apartment is quite empty. Sure, I "Karla-ised" it and it looks great, but I'm sick of listening to the same CDs and reading my same four magazines over and over again. I have no TV and I'm waiting for my North American laptop adapter in the mail (lost in one of my many moves over the past month). At midnight, laying on my hardwood floor because it was truly the coldest part of the apartment, all I could think about was going home, where I could speak English with everyone, I had air conditioning and people don't give secret looks of horror to their friends when they see me walking in flip flops. (I'm sorry, but no matter how Romanian I try to act, I will never ever adopt their penchant for wearing high heels everywhere).

Anyways, It's really feeling like home here. Walking down the street, I see friends in cafes and I stop to chat. In a dance performance last week in Piata Unirii, I saw Sandu, the teacher I worked with on Newtech. I took pictures of his daughter's dance performance and she looked absolutely beautiful in her costume (pictures coming soon). The lady at Fornetti knows I like four telemea fornettis. Another lady, with a high blond bouffant, at the market searches through her fruit pile to find me the best pears. (In all honesty, they're either hit or miss but I don't dare go to another seller now). The lady at the grill with a mouthful of gold teeth knows I like my chicken burger with tzaziki, not mayonnaise and absolutely no ketchup.

Onto happier things. The weather is gorgeous now, especially since I work mainly indoors with air conditioning. The temperature is hovering around 25 degrees with a nice breeze. It's only May, so I'm dreading what August will be like. I'm starting to get a tan, something which will shock everyone who knows me. A weird Romanian version of the farmer's tan, as the outsides of my arms are brown while the insides are still white. (I know I've posted pictures of myself, but I bring the concept of "moniter tan" to new levels. I'm even paler than Swedes, those who live in darkness half the year). The mosquito bites are fading, so it no longer looks like I'm a late-stage leprosy victim.

Only problem is that I have almost no summer clothes. I assumed I would be leaving in March, or April at the absolute latest. I brought plenty of sweaters and cardigans, but almost no tshirts or tank tops, and the only shorts were for running. I'm living in the few skirts which I shoved in my suitcase at the last minute, but that's it. I can't buy anything because:
a) as I am not a size 0, very few things fit me here
b) clothing is notoriously and disgustingly expensive (clothing in Bucharest was 1.5x the price of clothing in London)
c) everything is in polyester and rayon
d) our Benetton store (my favourite) closed for renovations

Tonight, I'm meeting with another expat. I met a Norwegian through his blog and we're going out for coffee tonight. I'm looking forward to it!

Monday, May 30, 2005

Back home

It's good to be home.

I've been home for two weeks but it's always nice to see the changes which have taken place while you've been away.

Timisoara is in full bloom now. The flowers are open, the trees green with leaves and my beloved fountain on day and night.

We've got new busses! Funny how such a thing could excite me as I've ridden the bus once in Timisoara and it might have been a trolley bus at that. Timisoara's streets are now full of modern purple and while busses with electronic signs. Yes, modern. You didn't read that wrong. These busses are new and not hand-me-downs from France or Germany.

They're decorated in purple and while, the colours of Poli Timisoara, our local football team. You always know when they're playing a game: the city is covered in purple and white. Fans rush to the stadium wearing purple and white jerseys, carrying purple and white scarves. I have yet to see a Poli Timisoara game but I support them nonetheless (local pride, you know). I've argued with my neighbour's son (in Romanian) over the superiority of Poli Timisoara over Ultras. I don't even know where Ultras is from (Bucharest maybe) but local pride tops all.

Romanian tomatoes are back. Rob in Sofia claims Bulgarian tomatoes are better but nothing can top Romanian tomatoes. It's almost a shame to cook them, they taste so good. I've been living on tomatoes and olive oil for the past week.

And I've discovered Fornetti. I always avoided the Fornetti stands as being a chain store of pre-frozen treats. They're little filled pastries and always fresh out of the oven. You can get them in cascaval, telemea (my personal favourite), branza dulce (sweet cheese), apple, apricot, cherry, poppy seed, pizza... They're so good. They're about $0.10 each (or 10,000 lei for 100 grams).

I'm so glad I've only discovered them now. The day is not complete without my mid-morning snack. The lady at the stand knows what I want: four telemea (or two telemea and two branza dulce, depending on what's available). If I had started eating Fornetti last summer, who knows how much money I would have spent?

And I think I finally got my Dots addiction under control.

20,000

According to my counter, I've received 19,981 visitors. Whoever is 20,000, can you leave a message and say hi?

Sweden

Helsingborg, Gothenburg and Skovde


Last view of Helsingborg


Helsingborg


Helsingborg


Helsingborg


Midsommar food (with the most expensive potatoes I've ever eaten)


The eggs without mayonnaise were for me


Pickled herring


Preparations for our Midsommar meal


The building with the green roof was our old apartment buyildin


Johan and I


Nicolaiskolan (where I went)


Karnan


Karnan


Karnan


Helsingborg


Helsingborg


Kalla Krogan


Kalla Krogan


Helsingborg


Helsingborg beach


Danish coast


I got a little too enthusiastic with the whipped cream


Yes, this was my idea


Kind of like how you do it with drinks, but instead we used semlor


Mmmm!


Semla!


Semlor!


Semlor!


Semlor!


T putting the finishing touches on the semlor


Almost done!


Me making the filling


T whipping the cream


R with semlor buns


Swedish countryside


Marcus, Maggie and I outside the train station


You can say you knew him when...


Sisters!


Sarha on her radio show


Sweden's super fancy, 25 sek tram


Gothenburg at 4:30 am


My preciouuuuuus! I tried to take a picture of the inside, but as soon as I broke it apart I had to eat it.


Dammsugare


A face only a mother could love


Neptune


Neptune


Neptune

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Castles

...Peles, Bran and Rasnov


Melissa and I imitating the statues


Me imitating the statue


Peles