Summer, August 2016.
I am in Bucharest Romania visiting my family: my parents and my sister, but also few friends I still have there. It is hot. My parents are the same like I know since I start to think.
I went to the Black Sea for 2 days with friends. It is more than 10 years I didn´t have been there. When I arrive I understand why I didn´t go there all these years; it is an unpleasant place. The landscape around the hotel’s complex is in the fact not a real landscape than a kind of neverending flat field fee of any changes for more than hundreds of miles. A monotone view so far you can see.
On the beach, if we can still talk about a beach, looks more like a camp of beds and umbrellas, arrange in a perfect geometric logistic order, and very close to each other, without any kind of privacy or discretion for the people who sit on it.
I understand why the most Romanians goes for holiday on beach to other countries like Bulgaria, Greece, Croatia, Turkey and so on.