Itinerario: Sebes-Sibiu-Cacova .
Sebes . Ci svegliamo tardi, ma non quanto avrei voluto. Per fortuna, il panorama che si vede dalla finestra della camera è molto bello. Facciamo un giro per il paese perché voglio vedere la chiesa evangelica che viene vantata dalla guida come una delle migliori chiese gotiche della Romania e anche la torre dove, nel '400 e rotti, uno studente di 16 anni si è rifugiato per difendersi dai turchi. Fatto prigioniero e portato a Istanbul, ne fuggirà diversi anni più tardi. Back in Germany, he later wrote of a "bestseller" of 400, just a text that spoke of Muslim customs.
Church Biserica or, as we say here, is very beautiful. Unfortunately you can not go inside, as well as the tower. The idea that someone wants to visit a church for tourism here is still a bit 'strange. I suspect that as the concept is not entirely wrong. (On flickr but I found a nice photo set that also includes some images of the interior. can be seen HERE ) Any communication must be filtered through my father in law or its companion until it was because you could not talk enough in Budapest English quietly, not here. Thanks to the common Latin roots and words borrowed from many other European languages \u200b\u200b- especially the French - we understand enough of what we are told, but speaking is not an option. It's strange. Without a language to talk, you're as dumb. Child or Minus Habens March. Strong sense of displacement. Being in the company of a Rumanian girl and an Italian who lives here is understood for many years, arouse curiosity, but not much and this is definitely a good thing.
Before leaving the country at a time of Sibiu, a must for around the neighborhood of the Gypsies (no pictures here), that we do not live in a caravan, but in some homes' that are clearly pretentious imitation some of the rich architecture of the past difficult to decipher. Necessarily having to say something, I would opt for a Liberty acid. The companion of my father's Gypsies do not like at all, says they are genetically "unfit for work" and that the French have done well to send them back home, though she would have preferred to remain where they were. Why steal and exploit women and children and they are unwilling to do anything. He added that at the time of Ceausescu, when if you did not have a job the police will take you directly taken home to the factory, the gypsies were scavengers. They too, like all other citizens of Romania, Ceausescu feared. The richest gypsy wearing brightly colored silk robes and embroidered I see some on the street, are beautiful, although it would be more correct to say that I look at them trying to pretend anything because I do not like. Romanians and Gypsies walk along the same streets, but you can see very well that you hardly bear and expect from time to time have to fight.
Cacova . Before heading towards this remote village and perched on the slopes of a mountain, where the father has a cabin, through a village full of shepherds is called Tili Ş ca. Pastoralism in a country like Romania where 80% of the cheese that is consumed is made with sheep's milk, has always been a very profitable activity. This is shown the pastor's house. Traditional one or two floors, many of which are restored with little taste and interventions that should bear witness to the economic status of who owns and lives, and are simply a sign of the disease that is at home everywhere and that is wanting to look good with neighbors. Park on the doorstep, Audi, Mercedes, a couple of Lamborghini. We are told that one of the representatives of Romania to the European Parliament is a pastor. Very rich, seems to knows barely speak. One in comparison to which, if I believe my ears, our worst representatives make a good impression.
Come on then to visit a small but beautiful museum: that of Russian icons on glass Sibiel, located in Biserica a building next to the Orthodox. Moving example (at least for me) the result of popular devotion and of great piety, these icons painted
exclusively by peasants recount three centuries of religion and customs of a people. Near the representations of saints, in fact, a riot of costumes, ornaments, traditional tools. A performance comparable only to that of the adjacent church of the eighteenth century S. Trinity, which separates it from a small cemetery. Inside, "protected" for over a century of lime and brought to light by the restoration of 1965, the magnificent frescoes of the 70 700, we are told by the same keeper of the museum, a nice lady with a handkerchief on his head who speaks very slowly, so that I can understand almost everything he says. To get to Cacova , a mile of dirt road full of rocks and climbing. A few houses, a
well, a magazine or a small shop, children playing in the street, old handkerchief on his head and long skirts down to her feet, the usual dogs. Finally, the house, mountain style. Bricks, wood, fireplace, porch, fruit trees. Usual things, the mountain is the same everywhere. It's two o'clock, but already you pull out the brandy. Exceptional cherry liqueur homemade little face. We are told of his neighbor, a young graduate who chose to be a shepherd and working like crazy all day. Crazy, she says the partner of my father in law. Those who have studied should not live like that, only with the animals. Crazy. 
Along the road to Sibiu . About roads. The larger arteries are now of good quality compared to the stories I heard about ten years ago, well paved and fairly maintained, but in villages the situation is quite different. In many areas, the mud does not want to leave room for the asphalt, which is often spread when there is very bad and opens holes in even large ones, that have raised fears of being stranded forever in the middle of the road. Often, it happens to pass by small workshops, with a sign "vulcanized", where he adjusted the tire punctured. Another very common, even along the equivalent of our provincial and state roads, are the horse-drawn carts, usually a couple dogs (and many more total disarray) and the cows grazing by the roadside go up in the midst of the machines. Especially in the evening, when they come back from the door of the house alone, without anyone to guide it. The tolerance of alcohol consumption to drive is zero, but not many people seem to care. Sibiu. What can I say? Wonderful city, which is returning to its former glory thanks to the restoration of the last anni. La prima volta che ne ho sentito parlare è stato quando il principe Carlo di Inghilterra è venuto a visitarla e se ne è così innamorato da promuoverne la rinascita, favorita anche dal fatto che la città è stata capitale europea della cultura nel 2007. Dato che le cose da vedere sono tante e ci torneremo venerdì, mi tengo la descrizione per la quarta puntata.
Capitolo a parte anche sulla cena e su quanto stiamo mangiando qui.
Domani ci attende una lunga giornata, in giro per castelli, fra cui quello di Dracula!
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