39 results for author: Orientat


Etiquettes by Ana Maria Costache

A student of gypsy ethny learns to bear her identity After I told her that I would like to take her an interview, Georgiana prepared thoroughly with notes. She turns on her tablet with her forefinger easily trembling and I foresee the first lines: My name is Georgiana C*, I am 23 years old, I am a Bachelor in Journalism at the University from Bucharest and I am of gypsy ethny. You probably already labelled me, but I am asking you to read more than that. Up to the age of 14, Georgiana wondered many times for she why her father is darker skinned than her, but she never confronted him, and he avoided the subject, even sometimes refused to visit ...

These children will learn how to fly by Simona Roxana Poclid

In the press from Iasi it is written in bold letters and sarcastically the title: „The library shared with the gypsies from Păcurari on ‚’’manele’’ rhythm”. The only rhythms of the building from the Main Road Păcurari, number 29 are of poverty and incapacity. In the ex-subsidiary ,,Garabet Ibrăileanu”, a building with bars at the windows, the plaster of the walls fallen down and holes in the ceiling, without drinking water and central heating, live 19 people in a fight for adaptation to the world beyond the pieces of fence standing upright. As the space could not be considered a library anymore became the home of some ...

The Iron Road by Mihaela Balica

About the equality from the starting line and the obstacles which make you who you are at the end of the race. Saturday at noon. The sun burns unusually strong for the mid of September. Maybe it’s only the sensation created by the hot land which raises dust with every step. The road named by Craiova’s people “on the channel”, found at the outskirts of Craiova, and reminds us about the dusty narrow streets of any village. Sometime, here it spread a Deep channel of 10 meters. Today, it is only a road of approximately 2 kilometres length, enclosed by the gypsies’ houses who live in this part of the city. The majority from here deal with ...

A treasure is our language that surges’ by Cristina Babii

It’s autumn and outside it is darker than in other days, not even a little sun does not sneak among the gloomy clouds. On the way to the school „Ion Bojoi” from Flămânzi children with colourful schoolbags run in their backs and on the long lane they walk easily, in Indian line, two by two, with their thick caps on the forehead. Through a window eye we can see a bunch of children, everyone with their fingers up in a „V” curved and fragile. In front of them, next to the agile teacher, a young boy looks scolding with his olive complexion, oceanic eyes which stop with every face in part. When Loren looks at them, the children hide their looks ...

Cobra’s dance by Doina Sîrbu

Her father abandoned her even from her birth, and her mother works abroad in search of a decent life. Lacking the parental warmth Felicia escaped in music, and the flute became like a brother to her. „If you don’t mind I put the score in the front”, tells me Felicia and she spreads her delicate fingers towards the white sheets painted in black on a staff. „There are new pieces which I cannot learn by heart for a week”. She starts with the tune-up. Her lips, cheeks, fingers and lungs must be ready in order to breathe in and out music. Some strange sounds, which the ear of a beginner cannot perceive or of a man who doesn’t know the art of ...

The Right Conductor by Cristina Damian

Adina is 21 years old, is a wife, mother and student in the 2nd year at the Faculty of Sociology and Social Work within the University Babeș-Bolyai from Cluj. She has grown up in a gipsy nation and, from six brothers, only she together with an elder sister have come to the faculty. 16th August 2014. I speed up the pace in order to meet an ex – classmate. If I could take off my beige sandals and I could put my feet on the asphalt they would melt. Although I have been many times at the door of the flat where Adina used to live until now, I haven’t seen anything else except for the main hall and the door which faced another hall, and this ...

The scalpel does not care about ethnicity by Anda Elena Pintilie

She has been through many moments that could have broken her. She has cried because of them, has stood against them, of just turned her back on them. She managed to transform all of them into life experiences. “I’m Alina Calin, specialist registrar in general surgery and I am of Romani descend. Straight talking- this is how she introduces herself, without hiding her beautiful smile. You lose yourself in her green eyes and it is difficult to know how to continue the conversation. Her tune is so calm and natural that it disarms you. She is the third sister out of five siblings who has a degree. Her family comes from Podu Iloaiei, Iasi county and ...

The street isn’t home by Annamaria Kozma

At 16 years old, Mioriţa Enache lives for 3 months in a tent on Vulturilor Street from Bucharest. 3 months in which it snowed, it rained, and the sun was absent 1 month from the sky. „We have too many problems, really”, says Mioriţa while she arranges her hair once again uncontrollably. Her black hair reaches almost her buttocks corseted well in a pair of fashionable blue jeans and she is so brilliant, that she seems to leave behind traces of keratin. The girl of 16 advances slowly on the street, with clumsy and resilient steps, in the way you move sometimes through your house, when nobody sees you. She keeps her left fist grasped and she ...

Alexandra amongst children by Lucia Hacman

A roma young women become school mediator for helping the comunity. Alexandra Iulia Bizga is 24 and has been working as a mediator at Ion Neculce School in Iasi, since September 2014. In the first days of school, the number of students is quite low but as school progresses more children show up, some curious to discover the mysteries of the alphabet and numbers, while others to strengthen their knowledge from last years. At Ion Neculce School in Iasi also known as School No 21, in Dimitrie Cantemir neighbourhood, most students are Romani. Classmates during all primary school, the children share a bread roll, milk and a piece of fruit together ...