Nu obișnuiesc să fac trimiteri de genul acesta, dar azi nu e o zi bună pentru blogging.
“Whenever I mentioned, say, an American athlete or an American film to a Romanian, the response would often be about a Romanian athlete who had succeeded or a Romanian movie that had done well. Life seemed a contest to many Romanians. If I happened to remark about the success of a Romanian, someone they knew perhaps, a kind of jealousy took over. “His mother is from Turkey,â€? might be a reaction. Or, “She’s got some Gypsy blood, you know.â€? Huh? What the hell does that matter? I wondered. Many conversations became penis-measuring competitions that had to do with someone’s failure to be 100 percent Romanian. This seemed ridiculous to me, for few people in the states are 100 percent anything.”
[...] în România și o sensibilă comparație Noi27 by meritoriu Oarecum relaționat la post-ul trecut, mustea în mine de cam multă vreme dorința de a așterne pe cristale una-două idei despre [...]