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Photo: Vasile on chair

Vasile Covaliov, in the house of the Pavlov family, standing on chair, in suit with tie, at the end of the 20s, Tulcea (the date and photographer are not mentioned).

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The Story of Lost Essentials

“A man’s house burns down. The smoking wreckage represents only a ruined home that was dear through years of use and pleasant associations. By and by, as the days and weeks go on, first he misses this, then that, then the other thing. And when he casts about for it he finds that it was in that house. Always it is an essential — there was but one of its kind. It cannot be replaced. It was in that house. It is irrevocably lost. It will be years before the tale of lost essentials is complete, and not till then can he truly know the magnitude of his disaster.” – Mark Twain

 

The 20s. City of Piteşti. The house of the Laslo family was a big one, with many rooms, each of them hosting numerous objects. The “pleasant associations” could be made not only with the home as one, but with every room in part. 

An oil bucket. A match. An enormous evilness. A great hate. This four things were needed to burn the house from the ground. Who did it? A man which not that it didn’t had at his hearth, but detestes, hated the hungarian people, and the members of the Laslo family were, in the acception of this bastard, four “damned magyars”. 

The smoke comes out from the roof. The flames embrace the boards. The house is on fire. The members of the Laslo family can only look desperate how their home is reduced to matchwood and ash. On their time, you just couldn’t stop an arson.  

Of course, in the interwar Piteşti, there were no hydrants, and the firemen didn’t stepped by: the days of heroism like those on the Spirii Hill had long gone by (1). The only apparent chance to save a building on fire was to bring water by a bucket from a lake or a river, but such an attempt proves, in the end, its futility: not even the legs of a desperate man can make the road from the Argeş river back tens of times. 

After the fire extinguished, nothing remained, only the piles of a ruined house. When some remains on the streets, the first thing he desires is a roof above his head. He doesn’t have it. Then, he looks at what he had left: to Ştefan, Maria, Ana and Elisa Laslo, the only thing they remained with was a cup of tea, a spoon and the cloths they had on them.   Continue reading

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Desire for a Full Table…. and an Empty Chair

"Van Gogh's chair", 1888

How does a full table look like? Well, probably it doesn’t look in a single way…. besides it has it’s own shape, color and, generally, an unique appearance, the table is a furniture piece on which you can put any kind of object that doesn’t break it. On the dining room table you can put food, on the office table you can put your writing machine, on the workshop table you can put your tools, on the table next to the couch you can put your legs, and on the school table you can put your manuals and notebooks, and if you don’t like that particular class, you can put your head, but I wouldn’t advise you doing so: you can lose essential knowledge.

But how would an empty table look?………………………………………………………………………………..

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