Architecture in Bucur (3)

Movements in Bucur (3)

Lacul Morii

In the western part of the city, there is a big lake.
The lake is surrounded by a concrete wall and a dike on which people walk and stroll and watch other people walk and stroll. Young people sit on the edge of the dike and drink beer and watch the drunkards (who are usually much older than the youngsters) swim in the water. Couples of all sort sit on the edge of the concrete dike, too, and watch the architecture in the distance, the movements of the seagulls who fly in circles above the water, they watch other people watch architecture, seagulls and other people and so forth. In the far distance, you can see industrial plants. Down at water-level, some fishermen are fishing. I could not tell what color the eyes of the fish are - maybe yellow, maybe greyish.
Some dead dogs are floating in the water.

But the sun is shining, it is spring, and there is enough good will and energy around for people to enjoy themselves, which is one of the big qualities of the City of Bucur.

Faces of buildings (2)

watching architecture

Monuments and the bees

The bees have not returned yet. But very soon.... already now, their future seat, a huge bee hive, is placed in the center of the city, in form of a monument. The returning bees will go into the floral decorations of house façades, and mix this pollen with the pollen from city trees and the pollen of imported plants. Their new honey, a new encyclopedia of memory, will write the history of the city of Bucharest. This new honey will be of an exquisite sweetness, with a bitter aftertaste. The city will recover from its amnesia. The people who eat this honey will be able to look through façades and history and to bring their memories into a coherent form.


An earthquake shakes the city. The clean-up becomes a pretext for radical operations on the organic body of the city: churches and whole neighborhoods are razed, thousands of people are kicked out of their homes. Abandoned dogs, like their former masters homeless and aimlessly wandering around their lost city.

Cioran dit:

" Le traditionalisme est une formule commode qui refuse tout engagement. Il exprime une solidarité avec la nation mais non une volonté de lui conférer un sens important dans le monde. Tout traditionalisme accepte les limites immanentes de la nation. Dès lors, il n'y a plus rien à faire, la nation se rendant vers l'avenir comme les boeufs à l'abreuvoir."

Movements in Bucur (2)

Meeting places

Having an underground abortion provision network and talking against the government and listening to foreign radio makes you survive communism.

Observation (2)

Behind the Ministry of Finances, a man comes out of a shag. He crosses the street and starts to beat up a sleeping dog.

Architecture in Bucur (2)


Both very educated people (of the "not-yet-younger-generation") and beggars speak French.

Socialist education

Circuit of merchandise (3)

Emigrés of Bucur grow and pick tulips in Holland. The money they make is sent to their families back home, to children or parents they left behind.
The tulips are transported to the flower market of the city of Bucur, where they are sold to the children and parents of people who emigrated (in order to remember them.)

Piata Unirii

Criza de Nervi?

City growth

The city of Bucur has always grown like a fractal - it has a fine structure at arbitrarily small scales and it is too irregular to be easily described in traditional Euclidean geometric language.
Some say it still grows like an oil patch - uncontrollably, in a thick black swamp, impossible to regulate and impossible to soak up. The city grows uncontrollably towards North, West, South and East, but also into the sky, making it a city for people of different scales and different ages.
Of course, Masterplans have always existed - only nobody ever cared to realize them truly. (one exception, as everybody knows, but that is a story from "once upon a time", that does not count today)