Fliznetar was a kind of one-man show. He walked the streets with an organ in his hands and a big music box on his back, with songs, with stories and with a certain charisma.

It was impossible not to recognize them. And before you see them, you can hear them indiscriminately filling the city, from parks and clubs to hidden alleys and boulevards.

“During the day, but especially on Sundays and holidays, you could hear whistling. A man carried a fly either on his neck and back, or on a cart. The flute had a handle on one side that the piper turned to start playing. Each firefly had its own special song. By the song, the children learned which falconer was passing by. Some had a rectangular cardboard box on top of the ticket, in which tickets were strung in two rows. It was luck. Next to them sat a small multicolored parrot, which, at the prompting of the fliers, pulled out a bill with its beak, which it gave to the person who paid to “see his luck”, describes his “Romanian Illustration”. 1935 year.

Read on B386.ro the story of the people who brought life to the streets of interwar Bucharest.