Archive for December, 2011

My preferred movie critic Roger Ebert spends about half of his review of the film explaining the title of this film. I will not repeat it here in order not to spoil your pleasure of reading it. I will just say that despite Roger’s elaboration I believe that this intelligent crime movie, maybe the most intelligent of the year (and no wonder as it is bringing to screen a novel by Michael Connelly) would have deserved a better and smartest name. Or maybe the title was intended to be one more riddle for the non-American viewers? Just kidding …


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It takes some time to decide whether to love or to hate Mick Haller, the Matthew McConaughey. He is a lawyer, son of a lawyer, he drinks in tune with all Californian private eyes in films and crime novels, he keeps guilty people out of jail, and sometimes innocent people in jail to avoid harsher sentences. Slowly you realize that he is not only smart and knowledgeable about the labyrinths of the system, but that he also would do the right thing eventually and he will do it in a smart way. And then his ex-wife is played by Marisa Tomei and his investigator partner by William Macey, so with two such partners on screen how can’t we end by liking him. (both Tomey and Macey are wonderful actors doing here two wonderful supporting roles.


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With a well written story which succeeds to be interesting and clear to the viewers all the time, with many characters on screen that go beyond the standard typology defined by their roles and find to themselves a reason to be in the movie at the right time ‘The Lincoln Lawyer’ directed by Brad Furman (at his second long feature film only) stands one step ahead of the crowd as the best crime film of the season. If you are looking for good entertainment that does not leave you with the feeling that you wasted your time by the end of the screening, this could be your pick. Now, what other good title it could get? :-)


Arnon Goldfinger‘s most recent documentary The Flat (best documentary awards at the Jerusalem and Haifa film festivals, now shown at the cinematheques around Israel including the one in my village) starts as a typical family story. A few weeks after the director’s grandmother dies the family starts looking into the things accumulated in her Tel Aviv flat. The apartment is full of objects gathered through a full life, and as it gradually empties and light starts penetrating the shady corners, details from a hidden past start to emerge. As many other immigrants coming from Europe Gerda and Kurt Tuchler had gathered not only things from a past time and an old country, but also photos and documents of a life that brought them from the Berlin between the two wars to Palestine which was to become the State of Israel. Soon we learn that the Tuchlers seemed to be the kind of immigrants who kept not only memories and nostalgia, but a strong attraction and relationship with the old country. An intriguing story completely unknown to the third generation starts to uncover from the drawers and boxes left in the flat – photos, letters, newspapers from Nazi Germany and one of the strangest coins that ever existed, with a Magen David on one side and a swastika on the other. The Tuchlers were friends with a family of high Nazi dignitaries named von Mildenstein, they traveled with them to Palestine after the Nazis came to power and before settling here definitively, and the trip was described in details by Leopold von Mildenstein in the German press of the time under the title ‘A Nazi travels to Palestine’. Despite the fact that the story was researched and mentioned in the German and Israeli press after the war, the family knows close to nothing about it. The film describes the process of gradual discovery which is not void of surprises, as they soon learn that the Tuchlers and the Mildensteins continued their friendly relations after the war, despite the fact that von Mildenstein seemed to have been quite an important figure in the Nazi regime, and related to the fate of the Jews (he was the one who recruited Eichman and preceded him in the position of responsible of the Jewish affairs). How much the Tuchlers knew about the activities of their German friend during the war and what these really were remains in part a mystery.




A short search on the Internet shows that Leopold von Mildenstein was not really an unknown character, and even the very popular Wikipedia dedicates him quite a detailed article, which I wonder whether Arnon Godfinger read during the investigation and making of the film. The information in Wikipedia places him after 1936 and during the war in the press bureau of the Foreign Ministry and not in Goebbels’ Ministry of Propaganda as Goldfinger discovered during his investigations, and mentions two books he wrote about the Middle East and published in 1938 and 1941 which are not mentioned in the film. Neither is mentioned in the film a claimed relation with the CIA, which was used by von Mildenstein to escape prosecution after the Eichman trial. This story may still have hidden secrets which I doubt will ever be fully clarified. In 1980 the British magazine History Today published an article about von Mildenstein and Tuchler’s visit to Palestine in 1933, which was followed by some anti-Zionist follow-up publications trying to emphasize the relation between the Nazi regime and the Zionist organizations who had for a few year a shared interest in planing for the German Jews emigration to Israel, before the Nazi policies towards Jews took the path that led to the Final Solution, starting with and after 1936.


(video source TheFlatTheFilm)


The film focuses on the process of gradual discovery which is for the author-director a trip in the past of his own family, a trip which will take him to Germany, to Berlin where he discovers remote relatives still living in the same area where his grandparents lived and to a series of meetings with the daughter of the Mildensteins. Dialogs between German and Jewish families who lived through the war and between their descendants are never easy, and they say a lot about how people who lived through the period relate to history, how they cope with the horrors of the war and of the Holocaust and how they passed these feelings to the coming generations. A strong similarity soon emerges, as in both families, the German one and the Jewish one, the same rule of silence seems to have been enforced, the past was kept secret and almost nothing told to the next generation. The children were raised not to ask questions, and their lives were completely disconnected from the history of their families. During Goldfinger’s inquiry and film making both families are up for painful revelations and none of the second generation is really prepared to cope with role played by the high German functionary in the Nazi regime, or with the fate of the Jewish grand-grandmother left behind in Berlin and murdered in the Holocaust. It is the third generation (of the director) who is destined to ask the questions and get part of the answers. The mystery of the Tuchlers is not fully revealed and will probably never be completely. In one of the final scenes of the film the director and his mother are looking under a pouring rain for the grave of the grand-grandfather in a Jewish cemetery in Berlin. They cannot find it, the place where it should be is covered by vegetation. The physical link with the past has completely vanished. The spiritual link of the old generation who could not tear themselves from the cultural and mentality relation with the old Europe even after the horrors of the Holocaust is the troubling secret investigated and revealed in part by this documentary.

Blood and Bones is a violent epic story whose hero is a Zainichi Korean which is the name of the ethnic Koreans settled in Japan, many of them during the first half of the 20th century when Korea was under Japanese rule. Director Yoichi Sai‘s father was a Zainichi Korean, so the social medium must be well known to him. His ambitious project describes the tough life of the community through the story of the life of Joon-pyong Kim who comes as a young and hopeful immigrant before WWII to get enrolled in the Japanese army, and at the return to embark in a life of crime, violence and family abuse which sees his ascension to and decay, while confining most of the action in the space of the same street in the Korean immigrants district.




The ambition of the project and the breath of the epic brought me to mind the parallel to ‘The Godfather’. The combination between a family saga and the crime environment may be the same, but there is one crucial difference between Sai’s and Coppola’s films – while both characters are similarly despicable in crime, the attitudes to their families are radically different. For Coppola’s characters family values are at the highest possible level, while Sai’s character (magistrally acted by Takeshi Kitano) is a violent tyrant, causing suffering to everybody he gets in touch with, harming them physically and psychically and destroying their lives. It is almost the most perfect study in evil I have seen since Hannibal Lecter, just missing his wit and sophistication.



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There is a lot to appreciate in this film, starting with Kitano’s performance and that of the rest of the team, passing through the fluent story telling, and ending with the refined cinematography which uses basically the same set for the duration of the action (which spreads on many decades) marking the passing of time with small changes in colors or accessories. It is not easy to follow if you do not absorb easily violence on screen, but otherwise it is a good story and a credible cinematographic reflection of a piece in the history of Japan whose details I at least have become aware about only now.


Gica Manescu este medic pensionar. Din experienta sa in profesie dar si ca pacient ne povesteste in aceasta noua postare pe care o impartaseste si cu cititorii blogului.



Un cuvant pe care l-am auzit abia in timpul studentiei si nu la inceput. Nu i-am dat mare importanta, decat atunci cand am inceput sa profesez si sa pun  in aplicare cele ce invatasem si m-au pus pe drumul ales.

Stiam de Hippocrate, care a trait in Grecia acum 2500 de ani,  de “parintele“ meu si al tuturor medicilor. A propagat o invatatura de comportari ale medicilor intre ei si ale acestora cu pacientii. De aici e deosebirea intre general si particular.




Medicul e obligat in exercitarea lui profesionala sa acorde oricand ajutor neprecupetit, chiar gratuit colegilor si familiei lor. El trebuie sa fie solidar cu ceilalti, atata timp cat exercita profesiunea, cu corectitudine si in timp util.

In cariera mea, m-am bucurat de ajutor si stima pentru mine si toata familia. Cu mama, la unul din Profesorii de renume din  Bucuresti,  Ionescu Sisesti, pe care nu-l cunosteam,  pentru o stare depresiva grea, la 60 de ani. Cu soacra mea, alt caz, pentru a fi operata de un profesor specialist care ma cunostea. A internat-o in rezerva pacientilor privati si a ingrijt-o. La plecare,  la intrebarea cat ii datoram, ne-a intins mana si ne-a urat sanatate. Ca si in cazul anterior.

Pentru mine, ca pacient, n-a existat un singur caz, in  care sa nu am prioritate si consideratie.

La inceputul anilor 70 am facut alia in Israel. Am  dat in afara de viitoarea partenera in viata mea de prieteni si unii cunoscuti, raspanditi prin tara.

Am dat de o limba grea pe care n-am reusit s-o stapanesc decat partial.

Dar mai dificil,  am gasit in  mediul uman inconjurator oameni cu mentalitati diferite, educatii parca neexistente, “intimitate“ neplacuta.  De multe ori, eram simplu “George“, pentru greutatea pronuntarii numelui . Ca un  fel de “ne batem pe burta”.

Am  avut noroc pentru ingrijirea sanatatii de doctorita Simovici, originara din Romania, saritoare  la nevoie si  un om bland.

Si in alte ocazii,  am gasit “romani“ cu educatia profesionala ridicata si care stiau ce e Deontologia medicala. Dau doar trei nume, ca nu-i pot uita: Dr. Wietzling, bucurestean si Dr. Keler, ardelean. La dentistica, pe Rozner, concetatean.



Nu a fost la fel cand sotia mea fusese internata in spital si la externare medicul de salon caruia m-am recomandat si rugandu-l sa-mi explice ce a scris, ca ne e mai greu cu limba si scrisul necitet. Raspunsul lui scurt dar obraznic a fost ca daca vrem explicatii de la el, sa inavatam ruseste. Mai bine era sa invete el medicina.

Tot asa s-a intamplat alta data, cand unul, plin de el  m–a “sfatuit“ sa uit limba materna si s-o invat  pe cea din tara in care traiesc. Raspunsul meu a fost simplu : “Pastreaza-ti limba materna, dar invata medicina, si greu ai sa ajungi ca mine “.

Nu de mult am  fost sfatuit de oculist sa fiu operat de cataracta la un ochi. Stim ca nu e boala, ci o opacifiere a cristalinului, lentila oculara.




Printr-un  prieten medic la un  spital deontologia a intrat in functie, a aranjat cu cel mai bun dintre cei mai buni in cazuri similare. Am fost multumit, nu aveam nici o contributie baneasca personala. Am facut formalitatile necesare si m-am prezentat la spital (care nu e in  apropierea mea)  la sectia de oftalmolgie, in  ziua  decisa, la ora 11, pentru consultatia preoperatorie. Depusesem la secretariat toate cele cerute. Aici nu se stia nimic desi am spus cu cine am  luat legatura verbal. Aici vorbeam ca la Zidul plangerii. Dupa mai bine de o  ora,  la insistentele mele respectiva a dat de cine trebuia si mi-a facut fisa medicala.

Am asteptat langa  cabinetul indicat si cand s-a deschis usa am abordat medicul tinerel (probabil un invatacel ) m-am recomandat, i-am spus varsta si l-am rugat de o mica protectie. Raspunsul a venit prompt si clar : “Nu mica, protectie mare “. Si a fost asa de mare, cu toate insistentele mele repetate, ca  dupa ce m-a examinat,  mi-a fixat dupa doua luni o noua examinare, la alt medic cu care s-a sfatuit, vorbind in soapta. Dorea probabil sa mai ia o lectie de oftalmologie.

Operatia ar  fi avut loc prin martie – aprilie 2012.

Mi-a  intins o foaie de hartie cu toate examinarile pe care trebuie sa le fac . Unele niste aberatii. Ale plamanilor, de ex.

Dupa 3 ½ ore, pe jumatate amortit pe scaunul tare, abia am ajuns la poarta, in taxi si acasa. Am  avut timp  sa meditez fara a primi raspuns.

Oare cei doi medici de la spital si al treilea pe drum de specializare stiau de Deontologie ? Au  uitat-o? Nu-i intereseaza? Sau poate nici n-au innvatat–o. E un gol greu de umplut in practica medicala corecta si eficace.

Imi trecuse “pofta“ de spital, lipsa de consideratie si stima. Gratuitatea n-am inclus-o.

In Romania, in situatii imposibile cerute cuiva, raspunsul era proverbial  “na-ti pusca si ma c.. in slujba”.

Mi-am luat ora de consult la un  medic particular, operatia tot asa, in orasul de rezidenta.  Stiam ca daca vreau sa sed in  fata,  trebuie sa platesc.  Partea mai mare o suporta Casa anexa a Asigurarilor medicale.

Am  facut examenele medicale necesare si le-­am pus intr-o mapa.




M-am prezentat in ziua operatiei si am fost preluat de un tanar,  un “frate“? care a bagat in dosarul  medical, toate rezultatele examinarilor mele. Pentru mine, obositoare, pentru suma alocatiilor medicale, o cheltuiala nu de neglijat.

Mi-a masurat TA, a controlat temperatura corpului si pulsul. Vorbea mai bine ruseste, dar ne-­am inteles. Interesul prim ii era sa gaseasca o camera cu chirie pentru prietena lui. Facea anestezia ochiului si a insemnat pe frunte locul potrivit.  Sarcinile le-­a indeplinit cu seriozitate si raspundere. Chiar si transportul in  scaunul cu rotile.

Medicul operator a intrat ca un  fulger, mi-a dat buna dimineata si am semnat declaratia de acceptare.

El n-avea timp sa intrebe de starea mea si nici  sa azvarle  o privire asupra foilor de hartie cu rezultatele medicale  gasite. Mie  nu imi era de folos. Toate  erau in  limite normale.  Imi facusem datoria de pacient, cum  mi s–a cerut.

Mersul benzii rulante nu poate fi  intrerupt.  Medicul, ca un robot, ajutat de altii mai mici, niste surori, a reusit sa-si faca din plin datoria si cu succes.

Ii multumesc inca odata, desi nu va citi cele scrise.

Ma gandesc la titlul celor scrise.

Mnisterul Sanatatii  aloca fonduri pentru inzestrarea unitatilor medicale cu tehnica inaintata si a farmaciilor cu tot felul de medicamente.

Oare Deontologia medicala nu ar trebui sa gaseasca la medici locul ei in recomandarea folosirii aparaturii si a prescrierei ordonantelor medicale ? Daca da si sunt executate corect,  nu ar trebui solicitantul sa le ia in seama? Nu poate fi decat un  raspuns pozitiv.

Au fost idei de a arata ceva, de care  in viitor poate isi va aminti cel competent de schimbare.

Sa lasam Legea gravitatiei sa-si faca munca ei in domeniul fizicii. Nu al medicinii si nici al politicii. Doar  Caragiale a spus, prin gura lui Catavencu, ca “Politica are legile ei, ca si Legea gravitatii“.




Ma simt bine, imbunatatirea vederii e evidenta, am de tinut un program orar pentru tratament local prin  picaturi. Cititul e mai dificil  si-l evit, dar la computer sunt eu stapanul de cele mai multe ori.

Aveti dovada.


In a world subjected more and more to violence, with the established societies not able to provide appropriate answers to social and political conflicts, ordinary people try to protect their normality by building walls. Tall, barbed wired walls, with armed guards behind which the apparently normal life – with children playing games and going to school and adults indulging into the pleasures of comfortable routine – can continue. To what extent are these walls efficient may be measured by statistics that show if crime or violence are lowered by building them.Other effects however are harder to measure – what is the psychological impact upon the ones who are supposed to be protected by these walls? To what extent are the people protected by the walls really free? What is their relation to the world outside – morally? legally? Can normality of life be really protected by walls?




Those generic questions get some interesting answers in the Mexican director Rodrigo Pla‘s first feature film, applauded by critics and the jury of the Film Festival in Venice, a story about a community of mid-to-high class residents in Mexico that build a wall around their district and protect themselves in a vigilante manner. A state within another state unable to protect its privileged citizens. When intruders almost accidentally break into the protected area, the inevitable happens, and the members of the community are faced with the dilemma of continuing to protect their way of life at the costs of covering the killings of the not-so-innocent intruders and chasing the sole teenage survivor of the incident. To protect themselves from crime they must resort to crime.


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Pla’s efficient film making and good acting keep the interest awake for the whole duration of this film, despite the rather expected story line and the conventional characters. It is however the questions that can be asked beyond the immediate details of the story that provide value, questions about the balance between the need for normality and the price to pay in order to earn it, about the rights of all members of society not only to a quite life but also to basic living conditions and equal chances, about the moment when the power of law is superseded by the laws of power. The story may happen in Mexico but it is true and actual for many other places in the world.

Andrei Berar este un vechi prieten. Ne-am cunoscut in ultimii ani de liceu, la Sfantul Sava (a.k.a. Balcescu in acea vreme). Am devenit prieteni in vremea studentiei si am colindat impreuna cateva creste de munti cu corturile in spate. Drumurile ni s-au despartit, amandoi am ajuns pe cate un West Coast, doar ca el pe West Coast a Statelor Unite in Sillicon Valley, iar eu in West Coast of the Mediterranean in Israel. Ne-am reintalnit acum cativa ani in San Francisco. Andrei a citit despre ‘leapsa’ noastra cu tema NU ESTE TOTUL PIERDUT si mi-a trimis contributia sa pentru a o posta pe ‘Catcher in the Sand’ deoarece el nu are blogul sau. Ii multumesc pentru contributie si pentru preluarea stafetei. Limba engleza ii este mai la indemana in exprimare.




Nu este totul pierdut, because it’s a null sum game. Like probably many other who are reading this blog, I grew up in Romania and left when I was 27 years old, spent most of the rest of my life to present day in California, and travel extensively in search of a “sign.” I wonder through Tibet, Buthan, Nepal, Sikim…up to Mt. Everest base camp in Tibet, and returned with a sense of accomplishment, there is no sign.
Life goes on, and nothing can get you out of its continuous circle. You do the best you believe you can do in this particular cycle of life, gives you a sense of control, but most of it is “pre-assigned”. Your real contribution is in the next cycle, so actually nothing is lost but gain for you and for others.
One of the “tricks” is to be very selective of your attachments, get attached only to things and people that make you a better person. Forcing things to go your way, does not work, or is very violent, and still does not succeed. One of the biggest problem that the communism did not see, was that in order to succeed they must kill ALL the people from before the communism, or the result will be a disaster; it was a disaster.
So, “nu este totul pierdut” the only question is when we will get it back, and how much of it will be our own or somebody’s else.
my 2¢
iata si traducerea in limba romana:
Nu este totul pierdut, caci este vorba despre un joc cu suma nula. Precum multi altii dintre cititorii acestui blog, probabil, m-am format in Romania, pe care am parasit-o cand aveam 27 de ani, mi-am petrecut cea mai mare parte a timpului de atunci in California, si calatoresc intens in cautarea unui “semn”. Am ajuns prin Tibet, Buthan, Nepal, Sikim… pana la tabara de la poalele Everestului din Tibet, si m-am intors cu un sentiment de realizare a faptului ca nu exista niciun semn.
Viata continua, si nimic nu te poate scoate din ciclul ei nesfarsit. Faci ceea ce crezi ca este mai bine in acest ciclu in care te afli, ceea ce iti da un anumit sentiment de control, dar in realitate cea mai mare parte este “scrisa” dinainte. Contributia ta reala este in ciclul urmator, deci in fapt nimic nu este pierdut pentru tine si ceilalti.
Una dintre “metode” este sa fii foarte selectiv in relatii, sa te atasezi numai de lucruri si oameni care te fac un om mai bun. Fortarea lucrurilor pe fagasul tau este sortita esecului sau genereaza violenta si nici atunci nu reuseste. Una dintre marile orbiri ale comunismului a fost ignorarea faptului ca pentru a reusi ar fi trebuit sa-i ucida pe TOTI cei ce traisera inainte de comunism, daca nu rezultatul era sortit dezastrului; a fost un dezastru.
In concluzie “nu este totul pierdut”, singura intrebare este cand vei primi ceva inapoi, si cat va fi al tau si cat al altora.
‘my 2 ¢’

Christmas Day is also the anniversary of The Catcher in the Sand. I started it two years ago, as an experiment with this format of communication on the Internet and as a way of sharing feelings, experiences, and information with my friends. It has become since then a part of my life, and maybe a part of myself.

I have written less in the second year on the Catcher then in the first one. It was a busier year from a professional and personal point of view, and not an easy one. I want to believe however that I have written better, and the feedback that I am getting is that I am on the right track. The feedback that counts I mean, the one from my friends and the one from readers who get to my blog while searching for a specific item, and stay here to read more because they found interest in the content and in the way it is written. A few friends help me with contributions and I thank them for allowing me to host their thoughts and experiences here.




What next? I plan to continue to write and share in this space. The subjects will cover almost everything. I will write about my hobbies, about books, movies, travels, music and sport games. I will try to keep out of politics, although what happens around in this politicized world have probably and will probably influence what I wrote and will write. I will also write less about my professional life, and not directly in any case, as there are other channels of communication where I am active and present all the time on the professional plan.


First of all I plan to have fun. I will keep this blog active as long as I will have fun doing it. I hope that you will also have fun reading The Catcher in the Sand and I invite you to share your feelings and impressions.


Happy Anniversary, Catcher!


When actors who played spies in action movies get older they have an option. They can start playing roles of retired spies in action movies. At least the best and the luckiest of them. Same is true for westerns or for science-fiction movies, BTW.




Bruce Willis, Helen Mirren, John Malkovich, Morgan Freeman are all among the good and lucky one. Some of them may have not even crossed the legal age of retirement in these times when the governments push the pensions limit higher for reasons I would not detail here. What counts is that all the members of this carre of aces are in good shape and have fun making us have fun in this story where the renegade and rogue agents are the active ones the the institution one should trust less than any other around is the government. Conspiracy is not a theory, it’s a fact of life whose credibility is not placed under question for one second in the script of the film directed by Robert Schwentke. who film after film builds to himself a name of one of the best action film directors in Hollywood and I expect him being trusted with one of more of the never-ending James Bond series entries sometimes in the future.


(video source trailers)


Did I forget somebody? Oh, yes – I should mention Richard Dreyfuss, one of the actors I mostly admired about three decades ago and who seemed to get lost into politics, to the point that I almost did not recognize him here in the retired villain role (sure, villains also retire). One could comment that only Willis is within his usual casting limits, while actors like Malkovich, Mirren, Freeman, or Dreyfuss could do more interesting things and certainly no Oscar was waiting for them behind the corner for the roles in RED, but, hey, this is entertainment, this is an action comedy, one of the genres Hollywood knows how to do well, the guys and the gal are having fun doing it, so get your popcorn and have some fun yourselves watching it.

Ce poate fi mai potrivit in aceasta perioada de sarbatori decat o leapsa? Ma alatur deci leapşei iniţiate de Lucia Verona (, continuată de Horia Gârbea (, de Andrea Hedeş (, si last but not least de prietenul meu rim (

Nu cred ca eu am dreptul sa consider ca totul este pierdut. Nu voi spune ca situatia este mai buna decat a fost vreodata, caci nu sunt nici politician alergand dupa vreo re-alegere si nici naiv (sau tampit). Voi spune insa ca a fost mult mai rau. M-am nascut in Romania si am trait 31 de ani acolo si de alti 26 de ani traiesc in Israel. Doua tari care nu au fost binecuvantate de prea multa liniste de-a lungul istoriei lor, si care cu toate vicisitudinile si incercarile istoriei si cu toate conflictele interne au supravietuit si vor supravietui. Exista ceva comun in supravietuirea lor, si aceasta este forta interioara si coeziunea spirituala care le face sa treaca de perioadele de abis, si in umorul care le este arma de aparare si atac deopotriva.

Nu cred ca eu am dreptul sa consider ca totul este pierdut cand am in spate generatia parintilor mei care a supravietuit Holocaustului si am in fata generatia copiilor mei carora am datoria sa le insuflu credinta in viata si dorinta de a se construi pe ei insisi construind ceva in jurul lor.

Nu cred ca am dreptul sa consider ca totul este pierdut cand mai am prieteni cu care pot impartasi si cele bune si cele rele, si filme pe care nu le-am vazut, si carti pe care nu le-am citit, si cantece pe care nu le-am ascultat, si tari ale caror stampile de intrare nu le am inca pe pasaport.

2012 este doar un an in siragul anilor, si siragul nu se curma cand vor Maya.

Sa vedem cine continua siragul acestor postari – poate Pierre, poate Larry, poate Angela,   poate …

Hag Sameah, Un Craciun Fericit, La Multi Ani!

Doctorul Gica Manescu mi-a permis preluarea unui articol recent al sau care impartaseste amintiri dintr-o calatorie in Italia. Unele locuri le-am vazut si eu, altele nu. Ii multumesc pentru aceasta noua impartasire.


Acum  cativa ani, mica mea familie de 3 persoane m-a asteptat la aeroportul italian “Fiumicino“ pentru o vacanta  acolo. Cu o masina  inchiriata, spre Roma, am strabatut soseaua pe marginile careia sunt pini inalti care isi unesc  varfurile coroanelor si parca s-ar deschide un tunel.

Roma, oras frumos, cu istorie veche si cu urme ale trecutului. Circulatia vehiculelor e inebunitoare,  oamenii vorbesc repede si tare, gesticuIatia vie si ne lasa in urma. Curatenia e destul de buna in centru, la periferie, ca la noi,  Nu erau olim hadasim (imigranti).




Intr-un autobuz,  cum vorbeam romaneste, cel din fata, adresandu-se cu “ scuzi “, a  vrut sa stie ce dialect vorbim ca el intelegea foarte multe. Ginta latina.

Pastele, pizza si cafeaua “espresso“ le-am savurat la “mama lor“ si parca aveau alt gust si aroma. Per pedes, am inceput sa vizitam monumente, cladiri, sa vedem istoria invatata sau cunoscuta. In Piazza Venezia, am urcat treptele largi  ale  “Capitoliului“ , proiectat de Michelangelo, (azi e Primaria si un muzeu), in fata fiind statuia ecvestra a lui Marc Aureliu, din secolul II.

In Forumul Roman, am  privit Arcul de Triumf al lui Titus, ridicat in anul 81, dupa ce cucerise Ierusalimul si in anul 70, a distrus Templul. Se vad in basoreliefuri, evreii dusi ca sclavi. Nu departe, e Forumul Traian. Tot in  basoreliefuri, erau scene dupa cucerirea Daciei de catre romani.




Mi-au revenit in minte, cum la liceu, in orele de “Istorie  a evreilor“ facute cu domnul Derbarimdigher – of  ce nume greu – invatam despre “faptele de eroism si suferinte ale poporului nostru“ si la liceu, in  orele de “Istorie antica“ invatam cu domnul  Arbore, despre “strabunii nostri, dacii si romanii”.

Colosseum, acea oarecum ruina  partiala a circului  roman, in reparatii si curatire, Pe pietre a aparaut culoarea alba, cea originala.




Nu poti fi la Roma fara sa treci pe langa Fontana  di Trevi  si sa  n-o admiri. Si ca toti de acolo,  sa arunci o moneda peste spate,  aducatoare de noroc. O cunoastem  si din  filmul “ Dolce vita “.

Mai departe,  in  Piata Navona , de admirat fantana monumentala a celor 4 fluvii, opera lui Bernini.Sunt din  4 continente : Nil, Gange, Rio del Plata si Dunarea.

Dar tarabele, casutele neglijate si zgomotul, iti taie pofta de frumos.




La biserica neinsemnata, San  Pietro in Vincoli ( Sf. Petru in lanturi ) ,intr-un semi- intuneric, troneaza in  jiltul lui,  Moise, sculptat de  Michelangelo.

Alt punct  turistic important este Basilica San  Pietro. Piata  enorma  cu obeliscul in  centru si biserica,  parca te cutremura. Vaticanul cu Garda  elvetiana  e  alaturi.




Daca la Luvru din Paris, e inghesuiala la portretul  “ Giocondei “- Mona Lisaa, a lui Leonardo da Vinci, aici e la“Pieta” a lui Michelangelo.

Pentruca sute de ani, milioane de vizitatori mangaiau sau sarutau un  picior al lui Christos,  s-a subtiat. Sculptura are in  fata, un perete din  sticla. Doar priviri, fara atingeri.

Un loc pe care putini turisti stiu sa-l viziteze seara,  este terasa de la Observator. Iti sta la picioare, Roma luminata. Priveliste rara.

Drumul  cu masina  spre sud cu soarele pe cerul mediteranian, este o incantare a ochilor.

Trecem intai prin   Napoli, metropola cu aspect variat, cuprinzand renumitul cartier –Santa Lucia ( de aici si cantoneta) si cu golful lui, de care se spune ca e unul din  cele mai  frumoase din  lume, impreuna cu cele din Haifa si Sydney .

In urma cu ani, italienii spuneau : “ Vedi Napoli, poi more “. Mucalitii au parafrazat, spunand: “  De  ce sa mori ? Vezi mai intai Napoli si apoi Mori.




Pompei,  orasul acoperit de lava vulcanului Vezuviu, de apoape 2000 de ani, in 67 e.n. si adus la lumina abia in  1860. A fost cu cei 25 mii de locuitori ai sai, unul din orasele importante ale Imperiului Roman.

Nu-ti vine sa crezi,  ce locuinte , ce bai si bucatarii au avut.

Pe coasta amalfitana, se insira pitorestile Positano, Salerno, Amalfi. De  pe soseaua in  serpentine stranse , in  sus si in  jos, se deschide o perspective, rar intalnita.




Sorrento, cu case elegante, magazine cu tot ce doresti, hoteluri de lux, dar si modeste, este unul din  punctele de plecare spre insula Capri. Dupa 45 minute, vaporul acosteaza in portul insulei. Un autobuz duce  calatorii sus, in localitatea  Ana- Capri.

O strada principala,  hoteluri, buticuri, magazine de dulciuri si Casa – muzeu a scriitorului suedez -  Axel Munthe.




Cand in  urma cu foarte multi ani  am  citit  “ Cartea de la  San – Michele  “ am  sperat ca intr-o zi ma voi plimba prin  gradina si voi admira statuia mica a unui leu .

Cu vizitarea, intr-o barca a  “ Grotei albastre “,  am  incheiat excursia.

Iar la  Fumicino, pentru zborul de  intoarcere. Am locuit in  hoteluri si pensiuni, serviciul bun  si gazdele ospitaliere.

Am intrat la mine in casa, pe malul aceleiasi mari, dar viata zilnica , cu greutatile si avantajele ei a fost reluata.

Adaug ca  in Italia am mai fost si la nord de Roma : Florenta, Siena, Pavia,  Venezia dar si pe coasta Adriaticei. Poate ne vom  mai intalni.


Dr.  G. Manescu.

Decembrie 2011.