My Beloved City

The bustling city is alive. The stimulation of crowds and traffic generate energy that ch wholeenges the humans spirit. Perhaps that is why the city dweller reflects the image of an angry, stressed and unfriendly person. But that was not my case. Young, impatient, overeager to make a difference, I was trying to open my way through the crowded streets, noisy and nonmaterial people. You could smell the ecstasy. Unfortunately, the revelry would not last too long. The tranquility of the country life that appealed my mind was record history. Bucharest, distinguished.The sheer amalgamation of cultures and eras comes to perishher wonderfully and uniquely and is easily identifiable by simply looking for at the objects that render a city the buildings. The way they were erected, the style that is embedded in them, and even the political statements that they seem to shout, it all makes the architecture of Bucharest extraordinary. I started wondering the streets and found myself amazed tha t beyond all the hostile appearance I could notice the three most prominent styles of architecture that could be seen in Romanias capital.The old fashioned and classic style of the churrigueresco era that transformed Bucharest into the genus Paris of the East The totalitarian and dominant style of the communist regimes and the style that immediately followed modern Romanian architecture. The baroque and romantic years swept through the East and soon artisans of all sorts were embarking on journeys of creative independence that permeated all aspects of life. Architecture was no exception. Around Bucharest, gargoyles loomed, guarding elaborately arched windows.The city skyline began to teem with ornament roofs, high and sweeping, shingled with coppers and stained woods. The sight of medieval architecture that survived the communism, combined with modernism, gave a special meaning to this city. Although the excitement is far from gone as the buildings collapsed in peoples indifferen ce, I still find myself confine in the magic that Bucharest inspired me from the beginning, to live and learn and mostly try to survive. I cannot interpret it is the best city I have ever seen. Far from being home, for me it was the best place to get lost in.