EPISODE CREDITS:
Text narrated by: Eduard Băiașu, Lavinia Milcă and Ana Baciu
Intro: Cristian Sechea
Stories: Eduard Băiașu and Nectaria Craus
Editing and mixing: Maria Salomia
ABOUT THE BUILDING:
14th century church, part of the royal court, built by Basarab I - the founder of Wallachia. Of Byzantine style, with an inscribed Greek cross plan, restored in 1911 to its original form.
At the creative writing workshop of the Voice Your Place: Curtea de Argeș Summer School, the participants wrote a series of short stories in relation to the heritage buildings. For someone who has grown up with them nearby, these places can mean many other things: home, family, friendship, childhood, adolescence, and school. The stories are integrated into the audio guide in the form of fragments that aim to bring the listener closer to the life of the local community.
Parents
by Nectaria Craus
The town of Curtea de Argeș is so old and yet so new to me. My family moved here from somewhere else. I discovered the place growing up and it feels like it is waiting for new people.
I am pensive by nature, and I stress easily. Sometimes, even I don't understand myself and then I try to give my mind some space and go on a bike ride. While I`m pedaling, I like to watch passers-by and analyze their facial expressions. I wonder what do they think of our little town, where you always meet someone you know: a teacher, a classmate, the girls on the block trying to sell bracelets. But what about the monuments? Do the locals still appreciate them, or do they no longer even notice them?
As I ride, I get flashbacks of moments I’ve lived in this town: Curtea de Argeș Monastery is where I took my friend Connie from America, on a sightseeing tour. That's when I first realized that I`m proud of where I live. The Royal Church of St Nicholas is where I had one of my most meaningful conversations with a dear friend, discussing famous quotes by Oscar Wilde and sharing our dreams. I would like for the avenue going from St. Nicholas’ Church to the Monastery to become pedestrian one day a week (on Sundays) with perhaps one or two carriages giving rides.
The old buildings watch over us and sometimes I feel like they know all our secrets, even the embarrassing ones.