Every childhood is beautiful, however the kid lives. Children are all beautiful, as they have something which later will be lost, the quality of innocence. The primary one…
Mine is in an awesome way linked to one of the beautiful castles in the world. Of course I did not realize this while was running with my fellow around of it, captivated by the mystery and stories about the place. For our small world was the only one.
Later in teenager time, we used to have here our meetings, as the Castle has been for a long time one of the main points of entertainment in the town. Meanwhile a little cinema worked in the court, and for that time I could say it was a big blessing. My fellow understand better, as we lived in a time with not that much opening to the world.
Otherwise here it were organized almost all the cultural contests in the town. I would like to point out, in that time, even we were quite isolated by world, and the PCR structures controlled everything, still had a high quality of culture. Despite of the censure, which was at all the levels, we still strived to keep high standards. Culturally speaking. Education was at that time the best one. Apart of being nostalgic, is only a thing that I want to highlight as maybe we could improve something today, learning from the good facts happened before.
Regarding our cultural contests, that were organized by the County Scholl Inspectorate, I have a funny innocent story.
One day I was asked by the Romanian Language teacher to write a poetry about the president Ceausescu. Of course at that time, we should praised him and the work of PCR. Child being, I did not pay that much attention to the importance of the president. I wrote a very short poem, and when presented to the teacher before the contest, I said in a very funny way: I did not mention the name of the president, cause if the next year we will have other president, my poem will still be available!
The teacher was laughing in a hided way, and looking at me very kind, said that need to introduce his name there. We did that, and went together to the Castle for the contest. I only remember the atmosphere there. Everybody enjoyed even was in quite dark time.
Otherwise every single person which lived in that time knows the “medicine” for the big frustration we lived, were the jokes. Ceausescu jokes and of course, the Romanian brand jokes with Bula.
I am thankful to the life for every single moment of my childhood. Even not having high technology, the good brands of toys, or other luxury things, I enjoyed my moments taking advantage from what the place offered. Mostly this beautiful Castle. And even others, but of these I will be back with other posts.
Today Corvin Castle still attracts many tourists in every year. More about the Castle could be found here:
Regarding me, I will always be there in every single visit of my town. As somebody said so beautiful:
“When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed but your childhood”
I really miss my time!