One month has gone away very quickly and Arad is no more a misterious town for me..Wake up early in the morning and discover its little streeets, the old buildings, smelling the coffee coming from the houses, walking among the spiral of smoke of the gutters...everything as still a magical atmosphere, so different from that of my country..the fog, the cold weather, the sun appearing orange in the evening along the banks of the river...trying to understand and to be a part of this country, every day i walk along the riverside and I wait for..wait for sounds, voices, faces..everything is new...i m still so spellbound from all that is around me that the whole rest comes later...little by little, i m picking up pieces for my "romanian puzzle".my impressions aren't anything else than continuous flashback, trips "à rebours" in this first month full of feelings, photos still engraved in my mind as pebbles of a road all to cross for six months: the colored flea market of Arad, b.dul Revolutiei with its alleys made of ancient buildings, the warm Biserica cu Luna of Oradea, the hospitality of local people, the closed doors' churches, jealous of their own secrets, the orderly countryside with its sheafs of hay, the big stalactitis and stalagmites of the Bear's Cave, a small countryside's cemetery with stone and wood's crosses lying on the grass, the deers in the snowy woods of Predeal...pieces of my romanian puzzle..still all to be composed...
