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Entire towns in the Danube meadow seem deserted these days. With the children in mind, the housewives prepare the lamb and the cakes with tears in their eyes. Agricultural affairs and fishing … under their own responsibility, with which they fill the time of their men.
A road less than 100 kilometers from Bucharest, to the south, to the Danube meadow, seems more like a journey back in time. The coronavirus seems to have stopped everything: from one end of the town to the other I never met a man on the street. Here, there, in the endless fields, it seems that agriculture continues its course, in a severe drought. The courtyards of the churches, which in previous years were held for the Feast of the Resurrection, are closed with padlocks.
– And before it was deserted, because they are 80% old, says a local we met on the way, with a hoe.
– And now?
– Now, with the coronavirus, the world is fine. They understood the situation, especially the elderly …
– The priest comes for the town, how will it be?
“I don’t know, I understand that it will divide Easter … yes.”
“I’m not going to church! Well, should I hurry up?
For women, the ordinance of the Feast of the Resurrection has not changed much. The steak, the lamb steak, the Easter, the cozonac and the red eggs are almost done.
The smile on worn out faces is no longer the same.
“We made cakes,” says an older woman.
“Do you go to church?”
– I will not go … Well, will I go there, to run? No. It’s difficult, we stay home. We leave at 11:00 for bread and we come quickly, because I’m afraid they will fine me.
– Are the police coming through town?
– It’s coming, it’s coming … yes.
“I have a head, you know?” Pandemic explanations.
Across the road, a gentleman confesses to us that, after so much isolation at home, an idea came to his mind:
– If that’s what the Lord wants … My opinion, that I’m 71 tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, someone give it to me! I have a head, you know … Let the population die! Or they were wrong … This is chemical warfare! We are … (for my wife 🙂 day, Mariano … what the hell … cologne!
Obviously, he has no evidence, but he thought about all this when he was cutting the vine.
– If you go to the vineyard, do the police ask you something?
– Yes … and since I am 71 years old, with the entire declaration, I am only allowed between 11 and 1.
Fishing at your own risk. “Why are you going to Germany as dwarves?”
If there was no one in the villages on the streets, on the coast I found those who promised to violate military ordinances for the sake of … fishing.
“I came an hour and a half ago,” says a proud man, who fills half a bucket with fish.
– Isn’t the police coming?
– Yes, it’s coming … check if you have a certificate, one …
Occasional fishermen are furious that the police put them on the run, provided they are kept at a great distance from each other and especially outdoors.
“Why are you going to Germany as dwarves, and we are not allowed to have fun here?” … say bread, worms and polenta …
– Boys?
– Redhead …
– Greetings, happy holidays!
After a few hours of wandering around Bărăgan, we returned to Bucharest. Also deserted, except for an area where ten workers, one in the other, without any protection, repaired the asphalt.
Web edition: Luana Păvălucă
