Yes my dear friends, I am leaving for Suceava this afternoon. Falticeni and Boroaia to be exact. I am going to commemorate my grandparents and for the anual „praznic”. I like it because I get to eat „coliva”. Yuhuuuuuu! People wonder why is it so cool to eat boiled wheat with sugar. Well I like it, and a lot of my friends do. I think it’s beacuse it reminds me of childhood.
Being a little boy I used to spend a lot of time there and my grandmother took me with her to al the „praznice” in the village. It was annoiyng because all the old ladies were competing in giving me compliments and pulling my cheeks. „Oh he looks just like his mother, oh he is so cute!” But in the end I would receive „coliva” and „cozonac”. That was so goooooooood! I miss those days. This is why I go every year to the anual „praznic” in loving memory of my grandparents. I miss them too. I wish every child in the world could have my childhood. Open air, trees to climb, rivers to bathe in, hills to climb and so on, and so on. What can I say, I had everything I needed. No personal computer, no Sony Playstation, no mobile phone, no internet. Just a bike. And balls, all kinds of balls.
I remember when I was a teenager and I began to discover girls, my younger cousins were mad at me because I wouldn’t climb trees with them anymore. Yep, I was inlove. My first love, Oana. I used to ride my bike in front of her grandparents house everyday for like 10-20 times. She was dreamy! Now she is married in Italy. So far away. I wonder if she still remembers our first kiss. I remember it so good. She kissed me and I ran. And my heart was beating so fast. I could feel her taste in my mouth for weeks…. But that was a long time ago. Allmost 12 years have past. Now I just go there and look at the houses, the road, the trees. Some people might think it’s sad but I don’t.
Best days of my life!
In loving memory of my grandparents Natalia (Tantitza) and Toader (Mos Toderica)! Thank you for the best childhood ever!
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Ti-am inteles perfect engleza, felicitari, dar eu nu excelez la capitolul scris in limba americaneasca…asa ca ma voi exprima in romana noastra: te inteleg perfect in ceea ce priveste o copilarie de neuitat pe care am petrecut-o la bunicii de pe mama.
Esti prima persoana pe care o aud (pardon, pe care o „citesc”)ca isi descrie copilaria aproape in acelasi mod in care mi-am trait-o si eu. Si eu primeam remarci ca seman cu mama,doar ca eu sunt domnishoara, (nu-i nimic rau ca si tu semeni cu mama ta, chiar se observa acest lucru),mergeam cu bunica peste tot iar impreuna cu verisorii mei traiam intr-un adevarat paradis. Stiu ca suna dus la extrem dar am avut o copilarie minunata de care multi copii din ziua de azi nu vor avea parte. Bunicii mei, doi invingatori care poate nu se numesc intamplator Gheorghe(sper sa ma priveasca din lumea celor drepti) si Victoria, mi-au oferit amintiri pe care imi doresc sa nu le uit niciodata.
In mintea mea totul e mult mai frumos si tocmai de aceea ma opresc aici. Mi-e frica de faptul ca nu as putea niciodata sa descriu in cuvinte ceea ce inseamna cu adevarat copilaria mea. Articolul tau m-a facut sa-mi aduc aminte de toporasii din padure, de ciresul din gradina, de vitzelusul Sambotel (credeam ca am uitat de el), pe care l-am domesticit si dormea cu noi pe patura (n-o sa ma credeti, dar atat timp cat bunica va mai fi langa mine voi avea cu cine sa vorbesc despre el ),de cate si mai cate…Pacat ca bunicul nu mai e, ca bunica s-a imbolnavit si ca a trebuit sa vindem casa. Stiu, stiu… „casa parinteasca nu se vinde…”, sufar destul de mult ca viatza a fost asa din punctul asta de vedere. Pacat ca nu ma mai asteapta nimeni in toiul iernii cu focul in soba si cu bunatati pe masa, dar acum avem un intelept in apartamentul nostru (bunica), din vorbele careia ne hranim sufleteste. Nu pot dori nici unui copil din ziua de azi sa poate trai macar jumatate din copilaria mea, pentru ca nu se mai poate. Nu mai este posibil acum sa convingi un pusti sa-si petreaca o vacantza „la tzara”. Pentru el ar fi „naspa”, fara PC, fara mess, fara cate si mai cate. Sunt dependenti de o lume pe care noi le-am creat-o… cica mai buna, mai rece as zice eu. Voi fi insa un pic egoista si voi spune ca ma bucur ca eu am avut-o pe a mea, restul e doar supozitie.
P.S. voi incerca macar 5 minute pe zi sa ma gandesc cu drag la ce a fost odata…