Just like the first part of the title, I said once, a long time ago. Even with an introduction like “I want to draw attention” (you, us?…I was interrupted by that ironic apostrophe). So they steal, steal and steal, but what infuriates me the most is the reaction of those under whose legal control everything happens in this country. Officials used to beat. (After my above speech at the staff plenum, the following general meeting was extraordinary and exemplary, with the sole purpose of expelling me from the UTC; by then I felt almost tolerably humiliated.) After 1989, they all magnanimously ignore you, which can be humiliating in a somewhat more disturbing, disgusting, unacceptable way today.

However, right now I’m adding something about the rebellion launched against the symbolic-psychic dethronement due to the material-physical origin of the statuary group Transylvanian school from the old center of Cluj. So I’m going to talk a little bit about statues. Like (nut in the wall? see), about what is stolen and what is not. Adding a question, surprise, sincere admiration for the fact that, however, not much is stolen, not exactly everything that is/is not stolen. In this sense, naively scratching the back of the head, for example: as God and the Holy Mother (others would say with justification ioi/tulai yezuș-máriamore catholic than the pope: Hail Jesus Mary!), how to keep from stealing even more?…

Not so, let’s go through the country in detail:

I spent all my childhood, school and student youth in the intersections, adjacent and inner streets and houses between Someş and Morii Canal (Piață-Cinema Republica-Politehnică-Parc), Caragiale Park, the Cistercian Monastery, the birthplace of Louis Matthias and the square of the statue of the same Rexa, University–floaștăr–BCU/students, Avram Janku street–Casa Universitarilor/Philarmonica–Biserica Reformată–Theatre–return. So I vaguely remember even the “first” She-Wolf-Romulus-Remus.

It is about the “Lupa Capitolina”, also “Gift of Rome” (1921), a monument that once escaped, as during the migrations (before Matthew Corvinus, a refugee during the war in Sibiu), repatriated and hidden until 1967. Resettlement in city ​​(near the corner of B.B. University), in 1973 it was cut out and replaced by Transylvanian school, a modern group of sculptures by the elder Ladeia. So that since then, the popular Lupoaika walked, as in a carol, for dozens of meters, now an elegant street near the old town hall and the Greek-Catholic church.

Otherwise, all copies of Lupoaice (with R&R babies), more slowly or more suddenly/severely, suffered (dramatic is the destruction of the old one in Chisinau, with temporary marriages, disorders/competitions, the one in Tirgu Mures and Turda, respectively). I notice them in flight at least for the enriched memory of the little iliads and odysseys that I personally noted, especially since in the last 3 decades I will observe directly the scaffolding and the faster and more twisted ones lined with monuments on the boulevards of Bucharest. Namely: from the green square of Dorobanci, which leads to the area of ​​embassies, to Piața Romană, then at the end of Lipscani. Cute fact that one of Lupoaica’s capital babies declared himself stolen, but it turns out he didn’t steal himself (he saved/protected himself privately because he fell off his nipple onto the sidewalk). Whereas in Cluj the similar story was much more spicy, the child in question was not only literally stolen, but also emigrated, newspapers and mouths of the world said that he would be caught/arrested by the police in a grave in the central part of the city. cemeteries, where he was not only quietly installed, but also maliciously disguised as an angel. In fact, he was secretly baptized, which, being found to be illegal and blasphemous, was annulled and returned to the noble care of the ancient pagans.

(Now I make the necessary parenthesis, having a small, purely personal confusion, which I really ask some and others to ignore. Well, strictly speaking, it should be censored. Because the swallow occurred to me when I read somewhere that the monument stood for several years under the square but secret dome of the Museum of History, where it was restored for several years by a “Christian sculptor”. It is a strange thing how he could do this: once he recognized theologically and doctrinally de-Christianization in itself, and then continued restoration of possible circumcision, possible baptism and myrrh, metaphorical second birth and exorcism, emptyly returning the monument to its pre-Christian status and original Adamism. However, from what I have read, I see that restoration was needed more than many years later , but still at the cost of Jubilees. At least from that date it is no longer attractive to Christians, or at least no longer pretends to be.)

Otherwise, all restorations (partial), translations and relocations (full) were done openly and legally, as if the founding cubs of Rome + their nurse animal were still eternally young, not even a single labor of wobble would be stressful, boring, tired, old, attenuated. So it seems that the transplant of the statue of our earthly source belongs to some pendulum of dramatic myoritism, therefore naturally immanent/transcendent. In the end, the people of Cluj at least placed the statue somewhat more symbolically, in front of the Greek Catholic Church (the faith that was for Transylvania the first and most consistent “gift of the eternal mother of Rome”). While the barbarian mayors of Bucharest tore it not only from the green space, but also from the named and designated Roman Square, lowering it to the end of the Greco-Turkish/Levantian bazaar site called Lipscani.

Return to Cluj and his Transylvanian school, it’s normal to say, like all the locals: then it’s not true that in 1973, a modern statue of Romulus Laday was installed on the site of Lupoaika (UBB + former Philharmonic). At least according to his own and personal name, the sculptor Romulus had the most right to replace the patronymic Romulus and Remus. Even to send them to a topos much more saturated with Latin symbols and at the same time Romanian-Hungarian competition (the large square of Corvinus “Mathias Rex”, originally “Máthyás Király” under the pseudonym Rex Hungarorum, the one with subsequent wipes and plates sometimes Jorga, sometimes Jorga-Funar ).

As children and youth, we all got used to the third on the corner of UBB and Casa Universitarilor/ex-Filarmonica. Transylvanian schools, getting to know each other before we notice it. The natural effect of adaptation to space and its subconscious integration. A monument and at the same time a psychic effect, pigmented with seasonal trifles and random anecdotes, such as the funny detail when sometimes tired mothers put their babies, just to catch their breath, on the lap of Peter Major, who pretended to be reading. In the evening, teenagers sat there with their girlfriends in their arms, kissing. How rare, but he noticed even himself, still posing in the same position, remaining in the arms of the illuminist Major. With all the talk, talk, and petitions going on about this statue these days (you all signed it, didn’t you?), I now really regret that I personally never put my ass in this science education book, and I didn’t do something like that photo, despite the frequent peripateticizing around it. As I have already said, and you all know: for you personally, habit or frequency makes you not even consciously notice the decorations of the environment, the urban landscape.

However, in order not to consider personalistic nostalgia as an easy, inconsistent, civically irrelevant and publicly ignored subjectivity, therefore, for a somewhat more ethically consolidated positioning, details cannot be lacking. For now, let’s note (with gratitude) the fact that, however, quite recently the monument was only unveiled, amputated from the plinth/pedestal, lowered and stuck directly into the banal and barbaric concrete level of the ground. That is, at the level of protectors of sandals/shoes, rollers and skateboards, teeth of skates, wheels of scooters, dog urine. But what may even surprise us (the most frank realism makes us wonder) is how the urban planners did not think at the last minute to drive it away, to avoid it ecologically much more. Shorter (1 per hand): Could be worse. Although the statues are heavier or slower than people, they still come, eventually lean against the oak tree, sink into the ground themselves (never jump/rise), but also leave (when only the press finds them, detectives or no one).

2 to the hand. In addition, on the same street (Kogălniceanu), if you move forward, among only the houses of the 17th and 18th centuries and groups of settlements (some with neo-gothic figures, some without them), you will meet not only the high Reformed church (the residence of the most terrible, numerous, archinhabited organ concerts from all over the north of the country), as well as near the statue of St. George, the dragon slayer. It’s not a big job, and my (maximum) surprise is how it hasn’t been dismantled, moved again, even stolen and sold or melted down already. And I can’t find another answer, putting my hand on my heart, I confess: a miracle! Because yes, it’s a real wonder to see static things in modern cities that you’ve known for a long time or seen once. Read the whole article and comment on Contributors.ro