Summer almost passed. Some sort of nostalgia is around me. I used to love going at the sea side. The Black Sea side, to be more specific I used to love Vama Veche. Used to, is the exactly right word. Everything had change everywhere. In a world dominated by fashion and glamour, even though they are just a cover of the reality, everything has to be for sale, everything has to be commercial. A bored world with no values, enslaved by mass media...
Vama Veche used to be that place where nobody cared about what are you were wearing or where are you staying as long as you didn't bother anybody else. Everybody was free to feel the way they wanted; everybody was free to be his own self. Of course it used to be judge, and seen as the "shit hole" of the entire country, where people go just to get drunk and drugged and have sex and be wild... The place for the "scum’s" of society. A vulgar place full of heavy metal music and cheap vodka. Maybe. But it used to be only TRUE place that you could go to. A cheap place for students. (everybody knows that students can be wild) Well, we all are, but at that age it doesn't really matter what neighbors think. A place to put your tent on the beach and wake up in the sound of the sea and a terrible hangover. A place for brave and true people. Not a place for a family guy or "daddy's girls".
A place of freedom and happiness. Running away from home with a backpack, a sleeping bag, maybe 2 t-shirts and bathing suit. If you were lucky maybe a tent, if not, sleeping on the sand is that bad... Little money in your pockets, generally for drinks and cigarettes... The ultimate adventure. "That wild summer in Vama Veche", even if they were just a few days. Who cared? You were there! Going for a swim under the moonlight. Going to a "party" on the beach where you knew no one, but shared a drink or a song around a fire, with the sea breeze on the back of your neck. Every real teenager dream. Always fighting with parents, is just the age to do that because they simply don't understand you. Parents going crazy and punishing their kids, locking them in a summer at the country side with grandparents... Parents who are forgetting that THEY TOO had have the same age and dreams and misunderstandings. The age of making friends and memories. Great memories that will live inside you forever. The age of courage.
Used to be a legend... and so many stories about a place... somewhere in the very south of the Romanian sea shore.
What happened to that place?
Same thing that happens anywhere else... It has become some sort of "must" of modern teenagers. Even those who had no idea what Vama Veche is about? They started to build up places and terraces and hotels, and slowly kill the spirit of the place.
The beach full of tents has become nothing more than a piece of ground, isolated, cause "rich" kids don't get the idea of sleeping on the sand.
If years ago, everybody was friendly to everybody, now it has become a place for groups, like in any other place.
This year I skipped going to the Sea Side, I didn't even go to the "FOLK YOU" festival, a huge manifestation, a movement of culture, an attempt to blast values into the "young spirits" around Vama Veche and all Sea shore and country, if you think about it better. Why I skipped?
Last year I become just DISGUSTED of what is happening to the "younger generations", what is happening to the so called freedom and rights of the individual. I saw things that made me laugh out loud but made me cry in the same time...
"Fitze" clubs everywhere you look. Camping places completely full. Expensive cars and what they call "limousines" around camping places???... That's at least hilarious. I mean you see, basically, 3 tips of "comedy characters" around here....
1. "Cocalarul of the capital city" - which means some sort of gypsy - even if not in skin color but more in attitude. The guy who spend more time in front of the mirror that his girlfriend. Who wears designers t-short when playing football on the beach, at least one or two sizes smaller so that anybody can admire his "well worked out body" - which actually you can read as : stuffed with steroids! A narcissistic bastard who thinks that if he wears a huge watch, he deserves everything and can own everybody, and that his clothes and accessories are increasing his value or brain, maybe. A guy who shaves his legs and oil his chest, who wears tons of hair gel, in order to be "COOL". Acts like a completely jerk and believes that if he drives an expensive or big car, he is the belly of the entire world.
He waits in the car, eating his dinner, read as - left overs from lunch - a piece of bread with pate, smiling in the mirror, with the air con at minimum but windows all down so that everybody can "delight" their senses with his sound system and latest brutal downloaded music CD, read as "MANELE" or House. Actually he's thinking :
"I HOPE that anyone can see me, I can't keep this working for too long, I'm out of gas and it's dam expensive... Yeah! Take a good look. I'm the master. Fuck, I have to be careful when getting out of here cause I don't wanna scratch my car, that will cost a fortune, and I'm in too many debts already...shit... I forgot to pay the bank...."
By the time he can finish thinking, SHE appears already nervous and swearing about the sand in her 2000 Ron shoes and the bad sleep in the TENT!!!! - but they act like they are living "La vie en rose" into a 7 stars hotel - if such thing even exist.
2. Pitzipoanca de Mall - Some sort of failed model, which thinks that her beauty is the most important thing in the whole world, and guess what? ... They are not even that beautiful as they think or act. She wears the latest fashion, the most expensive shoes and clothes or copy of them... tons of make-up that you can't even see the color or shape of her physiognomy. The type of girl who spends hours in front of the mirror, telling to herself how beautiful she is, even if she doesn't even believe it. But she acts like she is the most gorgeous and sexiest one. She's bulimic or she eats salads and when she's "escaping" into a box of chocolate she'll finish it and starve two days after it. Everything at them is fake : nails, hair, eyes color, attitude, smile.
They both deserve each other and fit to each other, cause they're both "beautiful" and empty brains. They hit the road trough the holes in the asphalt swearing and angry about anything, heading to the most "exclusive" club around, rolling with very low speed so other people can admire them. The fact is they are so miserable and unhappy like a cat in the water. Their insecurity is bigger than the Universe itself. But hey! THEY ARE SO COOL, they are in the latest trends. And the worse part is that everybody dreams to be like them.
They both have nothing else than fake image and a bad attitude for the rest of the world. No one can ever match them! Yeah... right.
3. Those who dream being as those two above and copy them in the worse possible ways....
That is Romanian Society. That is Romania. That is the Black Sea Shore, and that is what is extending everywhere... even in a legendary free and wild place... like Vama Veche.
I'll pass, thank you!
Same thing that happens anywhere else... It has become some sort of "must" of modern teenagers. Even those who had no idea what Vama Veche is about? They started to build up places and terraces and hotels, and slowly kill the spirit of the place.
The beach full of tents has become nothing more than a piece of ground, isolated, cause "rich" kids don't get the idea of sleeping on the sand.
If years ago, everybody was friendly to everybody, now it has become a place for groups, like in any other place.
This year I skipped going to the Sea Side, I didn't even go to the "FOLK YOU" festival, a huge manifestation, a movement of culture, an attempt to blast values into the "young spirits" around Vama Veche and all Sea shore and country, if you think about it better. Why I skipped?
Last year I become just DISGUSTED of what is happening to the "younger generations", what is happening to the so called freedom and rights of the individual. I saw things that made me laugh out loud but made me cry in the same time...
"Fitze" clubs everywhere you look. Camping places completely full. Expensive cars and what they call "limousines" around camping places???... That's at least hilarious. I mean you see, basically, 3 tips of "comedy characters" around here....
1. "Cocalarul of the capital city" - which means some sort of gypsy - even if not in skin color but more in attitude. The guy who spend more time in front of the mirror that his girlfriend. Who wears designers t-short when playing football on the beach, at least one or two sizes smaller so that anybody can admire his "well worked out body" - which actually you can read as : stuffed with steroids! A narcissistic bastard who thinks that if he wears a huge watch, he deserves everything and can own everybody, and that his clothes and accessories are increasing his value or brain, maybe. A guy who shaves his legs and oil his chest, who wears tons of hair gel, in order to be "COOL". Acts like a completely jerk and believes that if he drives an expensive or big car, he is the belly of the entire world.
He waits in the car, eating his dinner, read as - left overs from lunch - a piece of bread with pate, smiling in the mirror, with the air con at minimum but windows all down so that everybody can "delight" their senses with his sound system and latest brutal downloaded music CD, read as "MANELE" or House. Actually he's thinking :
"I HOPE that anyone can see me, I can't keep this working for too long, I'm out of gas and it's dam expensive... Yeah! Take a good look. I'm the master. Fuck, I have to be careful when getting out of here cause I don't wanna scratch my car, that will cost a fortune, and I'm in too many debts already...shit... I forgot to pay the bank...."
By the time he can finish thinking, SHE appears already nervous and swearing about the sand in her 2000 Ron shoes and the bad sleep in the TENT!!!! - but they act like they are living "La vie en rose" into a 7 stars hotel - if such thing even exist.
2. Pitzipoanca de Mall - Some sort of failed model, which thinks that her beauty is the most important thing in the whole world, and guess what? ... They are not even that beautiful as they think or act. She wears the latest fashion, the most expensive shoes and clothes or copy of them... tons of make-up that you can't even see the color or shape of her physiognomy. The type of girl who spends hours in front of the mirror, telling to herself how beautiful she is, even if she doesn't even believe it. But she acts like she is the most gorgeous and sexiest one. She's bulimic or she eats salads and when she's "escaping" into a box of chocolate she'll finish it and starve two days after it. Everything at them is fake : nails, hair, eyes color, attitude, smile.
They both deserve each other and fit to each other, cause they're both "beautiful" and empty brains. They hit the road trough the holes in the asphalt swearing and angry about anything, heading to the most "exclusive" club around, rolling with very low speed so other people can admire them. The fact is they are so miserable and unhappy like a cat in the water. Their insecurity is bigger than the Universe itself. But hey! THEY ARE SO COOL, they are in the latest trends. And the worse part is that everybody dreams to be like them.
They both have nothing else than fake image and a bad attitude for the rest of the world. No one can ever match them! Yeah... right.
3. Those who dream being as those two above and copy them in the worse possible ways....
That is Romanian Society. That is Romania. That is the Black Sea Shore, and that is what is extending everywhere... even in a legendary free and wild place... like Vama Veche.
I'll pass, thank you!
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