Giurgiu

I went to Giurgiu today with Rucsandra. Another place forgotten in time. I even photographed this sign that was the comunist emblem. It felt strange to see it. Then, we went to a really nice restaurant where, for 10 bucks, we both had caviar and fish soup. It tasted amazing, you can't imagine. This whole city is quiet. People explain things in a very strange way, one that I neither I nor Rucsandra couldn't understand. We then ventured away..going up this lonely road that never ended. On our right side a river (I forgot the name); you could see old buildings...probably uninhabited... Far on our left, the Danube. You can't see it because of the ruins of what once were probably factories. And if you've seen recent photos from Czernobil, you could see some similarities to this place. We passed by a dump yard and I stopped to take some photos. The colors of the plastic bags, blown away by the winds looked beautiful on the white snow. We then entered the dump yard with the car: I was curious to see the reaction of the few dozens of dawgs. The moment we entered their territory, they started barking. It was strange, because I wasn't feeling any anger. They were playing? Then I exit the place and I enter again. They start barking again. It was funny. They were really having fun wagging their tails. And then, I wanted to go on with our trip and they started running after the car. I was driving at 10km/h and they were really happy to keep up with us. Imagine 20 dawgs running after you. It was quite an experience.
We went on... and got deeper into the wild....muhwahwahwaaaa. Boy...you could only see dogs here and there scavenging around. And guess what felt right? To take photos of myself in this land. And then.. it felt even righter :) to take off my coat and my shirt. It was freezing. And then... I realized that I had to take this till the end...and I took nude photos of myself freezing in this land covered with snow, filled with ruins.
It felt complete. I'll be honest. The moment I took of my pants it felt exciting, as if I was ready for something kinky. And a second later I was asking myself if this was right. The body feels sexual when nude. Correct me if I'm wrong. This project made me really question nudity. I'll try to put my ideas in words soon.
 

la revedere romania - soon

So long, for now, dear country. I'm sorry but I have to go. Look, I'll be honest. Being here is not my thing. I don't know, anymore, if I empathize with people or if I just pity them. I know I don't want to be here, and that I've been using you for a while, now. In fact, I really wonder if the only thing that attracts me to you is my inability to photograph other places, and so, using the misery in which you find yourself, I satisfy my mediocre photographic paradigm and bring myself here from time to time to feel the pain of being away, to feel the drama of many nonexistent pains, and, as one expat once told me, to feel the passion of the locals. Boy, it's difficult to feel the passion in a country you don't identify yourself with... and thinking about this in depth, I realize good photos present passion.
No?