day in my art class, a high school student said he had a PowerPoint
that he wanted to share with me. It was photos from a recent trip
to Romania where he worked at an orphanage. After seeing the pictures,
I said, "You know I went to Namibia last summer to paint a mural at
an Aids day care. I'd go to Romania if they wanted a mural at an orphanage."
All he had to do was check on it and get back to me.
called Romania from class.
was not what I expected as the day started. But, little surprises
in life had become a normal occurrence since I made my clipart site
and started painting murals.
The first thing I learned about the capital city was how to
pronounce it. I had always said "Boo-charest" but the way
Romanians pronounced their capital city was "Byou-charest".
Before my tour of the city began, I only knew one place to see. Ceausescu
built an office building / palace that was the second largest building
in the world. (Pentagon ranked at the top.) I'd always believed all
communist architecture was ugly. My guide explained that apartment
buildings for the masses were ugly. But, the elite had different budgets.
So even though all people were considered equal under communism, architecture
and reality proved to be a different story. And, it was incredibly
of Ceausescu's plan was to wake up from his palace, look out his balcony,
and see a grand boulevard. But, to have a five kilometer boulevard
in the center of Bucharest, a whole section of the city had to be
bulldozed. It really was a grand boulevard with fountains and lovely
apartments on both sides. But, it certainly was a high price for anyone
living in his pathway.