Dancing through life

E.A. Maria

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Dancing through life

E.A. Maria

Editor: Prof. Sălăgean Floarea

Cover: Sebesi Mihály

Reghin,2020

Contents

Chapter I New childhood

Chapter II Teenage behind the scene

Chapter III A carrier with quarell

Chapter IV The girl with green eyes

Preface

27th July 1994

"You appeared in our lives, and we loved you from the first moment, never forget what I told you," said her grandmother. Her grandparents were housewives. The little girl's grandmother had a sister and a brother. Her grandfather did not have any sisters and brothers. My father was also very hard-working, he used to work a lot near the house, but he also was very talented.

 My mother was not a very good example, but she had suffered a car accident that left her with trauma. 

Seven months had passed, in which she had grown up in a beautiful place, but their concern was well below the natural level. They had a lovely, decent and modest house, not far from Reghin and Tîrgu Mureş, with a large garden with many fruit trees in which she managed to make many memories after growing up. One day, her father went up there to heaven.

 That was also the final day for her because her father's cousin becomes her adoptive dad. They got along great. Before what had happened, they defended themselves and protected each other in every situation. Her mother gave up for a while. She could not defend her properly anymore.

So, she took a decision. Her father's cousin decided to adopt her and to give her all the support a child needs to develop normally.

 A new childhood

Time had passed; the wounds were beginning to heal and had entered a new world. It was something that would positively mark her future. The adoption period was not easy for them, many acts, many sacrifices, and walking for those who take her into the new family.

She ended up in a beautiful family with successful people. Her parents were both dental technicians with a dental practice in the city where she grew up and formed her as an adult. They already had two daughters, including the eldest which had gone to Luxembourg to have surgery on one of her knees.

At the time, her father had met an elderly lady, who had told her that he would have another daughter, but it would not be of his blood. Was it a coincidence?

 Not that she often believed in such a thing, but too many things were related to her life. Her father told her that she was once smiling at her grandfather, and he was instantly melting. He was more demanding of the kind, but he loved the children. He liked order and authority.

 One of their neighbors had, at one point, brought a wooden cot for her, but her grandfather didn't like it at all. Carpenter being by trade, he said to her grandmother:

• What's with that junk? Get it out of here! Her grandfather quickly set up a crib for the girl. He put it in the kitchen next to Bubu's grandmother. They had a large, beautiful, and spacious house built in a Jewish style.

 With many bright rooms, with wooden heel windows, a courtyard, and a large garden. The building next door was even dentistry, the place where everything seemed fascinating, and where Bubu liked to get her hands on everything, to discover the field in which her adoptive parents were working.

They had two daughters, who, although they were not natural sisters, managed never to make a difference. It was April 1995, when she officially came to be part of the dental world without wanting to. My father entered the house with me and said to the girls, "She's your sister from now on." They accepted and loved her from the first day. The middle sister, more rebellious of her kind, who had become a dentist, and one who had managed to become a priest, managed to assert themselves beautifully, although they had different temperaments. It seems that even now, she remembers the family picture in which she dressed in a white suit with colorful flowers and a modern hat on her head. She was petite, thin, and much smaller than she should have been. Her mother told her that she could not move from the waist down. Her mom remembers that she was like a flower that had not received water and fertilizer. That time, they were also at the beginning with the dentistry, and at one point they had a caravan in the county, where her grandparents lived. They treated there patients, and she had the opportunity to spend her time in the courtyard of her paternal grandparents. They had cats, a puppy, and many chickens. She enjoyed playing with each other and used to help her grandpa to take the corn off the cob. When she was older, she used to go with him and enjoyed throwing corn kernels for the birds.

Adoption was undoubtedly an act of love. It wasn't an easy step, especially since having a new baby is hard work. She needed much attention. But love wins, patience, and the formation of a well-made team will always pay off no matter what. Arriving at Reghin, the first to offer to Christianize her was Mrs.Floarea with the godfather Sãli as they called her. Unfortunately, she had not met him because he had died in 1995. She is sure that he had many things to tell her. Ms. Floarea, Romanian teacher literature by trade, with a brilliant career as a teacher, from whom she always had something to learn, and who left her mark on the decisions she was about to make.

Se was always an open-minded, gentle person with a big heart. He was never the patient teacher or too demanding. I think that's what got her attached to her, and I think she was the reason she started loving this stuff when she got to high school.

It was a tough time, long recoveries, lots of visits to doctors because she did not have a chance to walk again. My dad used to get her from the fresh chicken liver because her body needed much iron. One of the doctors said to her father: - "There'll never be a baby out of it. She will never walk again," but her father never gave up, her mother and grandmother neither. With many sacrifices, investments, she managed because of them to be a healthy child in every respect. One of the paediatrician doctors working in Targu Mureş at the time, the head of the pediatric ward, advised her mother to dance. The doctor says that she would recover and help her enormously in her recovery. It's about Dr. Enache, a doctor who told her mother that it was made for her job, see through you what you had. A dedicated doctor who loved children enormously and treated her with great patience. One day, I caught a cold. I was starving, and she made potatoes straw. Lusty girl of her kind, quickly went into the kitchen and took the potatoes and began to clean them and prepare them for her. Good to know, she was a little girl with a lot of "glue" for many people.

From here, her life began to take another turn. It was a turning-over period, managing to get away with it. But everyone told her... 'you're a strong kid', she didn't understand why at the time. She quickly settled in with her new family. With great care, attention, and dedication offered by them, she has recovered. Her mother told her she was very foody. She used to steal everything she caught from the table, starting with the crumbs of bread and ending with the green onions she liked to eat from the garden. She pulled the onion and ran away with it. Tells her the mother while she is smiling.

 A new chapter will be written for the nine months' girl. The childhood period was the most beautiful here at Reghin. She had grandparents on her foster father's side. She was proud, telling everyone she had many grandparents, six grandparents, two fathers, and a mother. And when she thought. Grandma was one of those people who made all her cravings. She ate and slept with her. And it seems that she still remembers the taste and texture of the food, but she never managed to make it the way she did it. Grandpa used to take her in the winter with the sleigh. It was wonderful! There were other winters, winters with heavy snows. At the top of Cosbuc was the slide formed. The church at the top of the street completed the winter landscape. They would let go from there and reach the front of the practice. It was wonderful! And she told him many times, 'I want it again!'

It's as if she's still watching the place where they had a fireplace sitting in the corner of the kitchen, next to which Grandma used to put two chairs on which the snow-wet socks and striped clothes hung. Sometimes they would take Max with them and go with Grandpa upstairs to the Round Forest. They were all walking around on days when it was snowing, and it wasn't that cold. Se would make a tent out of his chairs and sit there until Grandma made the soup to warm up after she was cold as ice when she had entered the house. For the holidays, she could not wait for them. Bubu was always waiting for the dough that was just ready for the Christmas cakes. She ever tasted the raw dough prepared by her grandmother, and always scolded her for not hurting her stomach. The smell of cakes and steak can she can feel today every time she thinks about that period. When grandma and mom told her something about Santa Claus, she was always lurking at the doors.

I don't know if she was about four years old when she heard Ria, the older sister said, "quickly take the presents out so that the little one is not going to see them." She was the one who was always peeking through the door lock. The girls hadn't even found out what she was doing. She still managed to surprise her parents with a letter for Santa. She always went up into his father's office and left it near the window. And how happy she was when it disappeared. Before the holidays, she went to Glodeni to cut the pig. She always craved fried mice until she was very sick of it. Her stomach didn't like it, but she was guttling when she ate it. Her mother did not let her eat, knowing that she was not doing well. So she was allowed to taste other things: pudding, sausage, and sour soup that her grandmother always prepared when the pig was slaughtered. Grandma used to develop a stew with onions and polenta, which she still ate with pleasure. Christmas was always the holiday when her wishes were fulfilled. I don't know whether there was ever a Christmas on which I didn't still get what I dreamed. She was always fascinated by the Christmas tree. 

 She was always fascinated by the Christmas tree. The globes, the decorations, the lights were still well placed in a large suitcase set high on the closet not to reach them. She used to roll them under the tree or smash them in her hands. My mother was always afraid of ruining my hands if I would have broken them. They usually had very tall Christmas trees, and she used to climb the corner of the living room to decorate it. My mother often decorated it with candy, and I always stole from it, leaving only the package. She loved the evenings when used to go to the church on Christmas Eve and came home from there with a gift. As she entered the yard, she dashed downstairs to her grandparents to see what her grandmother had prepared for the meal. She always had to taste it.

 Together with her mother prepared the Boeuf salat and the stuffed cabbage. She always cut the vegetables very big, but still, my mother did not give up when it came to preparing the meal.

 Bubu does not regret this thing, and she can say that she learned a lot from her. She often bought angels, globes, Christmas trees forms for the dough. We prepared everything and put them in the oven. Her mother always let her decorate them with colorful candies and egg mousse. Lenuta used to make lunch. She sat in the living room and looked at Frutis. They were her favorite drawings at the time.

 She was not a very calm child, but she used to run around the house and climb on top of solid wood cabinets. Everyone had begun to tremble with fear when they saw her at that height. 

 Bubu often ran into the yard without letting her know. What a scare! She liked to go for a walk in the garden and throw Max to eat everything she caught through his fence. Her mother was always afraid when she used to touch his food not to bite her; Max had never done her any harm, but her mother's protection was above all else. 

 Summers also had their charm. But she seemed to love winters the most. Bubu always went to the garden and used to have a picnic and look for the birds. She was usually in the stroller at six in the morning, and her mother was sitting on the green wooden swing beside her. She had a massive greenhouse with many flowers and a garden full of roses. When Bubu got to her feet, she used to pick matured strawberries and eat them. In the summer evenings, when the sun was like an orange globe, she used to be near her mother. They watered the flowers together, and she still remembers that she had a long hose, which they used throughout the garden. Her mother also grew raspberries. She liked to taste each fruit.

Neli used to leave the flowers at her fingertips. She always broke the snapdragon flowers and played with them. Max was also there, and he was protecting Bubu from anyone who was entering the yard. Sometimes mom haggled him as he was climbing on her newly planted seedlings. She often sat down and talked at the end of the garden on their bench. The vine was rising above them, and she liked to break off the stalks and taste them.

But the most, she liked the days when the sun went down. She used to climb on the bench to see it better. The sun was behind the house. When it was rainy days, she would run through the garden and look for snails. Shee used to give them grass and take them home. Neli told her to let them run, not to take them into her room.

 In the mornings, her mother always made her the bottle of pudding and milk that she used to enjoy on the long sofas in the large room, and watch her favorite cartoons. She knew all the sequences from the Flintstones Family by heart, and she didn't seem to stop looking at them. Many times in the evening, she used to watch two or three episodes when they were, and at one point, she received some chocolate from Belgium with lovely milk cream, after which she often longs for it. The longing for childhood is still felt, and she seems to remember everything as if it were yesterday. She grew up. Her parents worked hard from morning until night, and they conclude that they needed help. They had decided to hire Lenuta. Lenuța was a professional hairdresser. She liked it and attached to it. She had reached kindergarten and understood more and more. 

In the morning, she used to take a taxi and take her to kindergarten when her father didn't have time. She liked her femininity, which she eventually took over from her. She combed her hair, always dressed her in chic clothes, and then they both ran around the city shopping. He always put them on chic headscarves on hot summer days.

They went home tired after half a day of wandering around the city, after eating she was falling asleep on the stories she read. They went through all the clothing stores and always looked at the big girls what they were wearing. Since then, Bubu was fascinated by fashion and clothes. She just wanted to be like the big girls. Lenuta always had long nails, and she was always arranged. At that time, she was sticking plasticine on her nails so that she could have nails like hers. Often when they were hungry, they stopped at one of the languors in the center of the city. They were, I think, the best langoustines of that time, and they loved how the cheese melted on them. They both ate with an indescribable appetite. Bubu also went through adventures.

In one of the rooms, they had a huge palm tree, and they used to play music and dance around it. Lenuta was in love with her. That's why they got along so well. Bubu had a pillow in the shape of a cow that was never missing when she went to sleep. She had talked to her and played how much she wanted. She hadn't even opened her eyes, and she asked, "Did you wake up a cow?", Even now, she doesn't forget her long look, thinking she told her that. While everyone thought that everything was going well, in the Holy Week before Easter, Bubu had arrived in Târgu Mureș at the hospital.

Her sister, Ai, had quickly realized that something was wrong, she had been diagnosed with appendicitis, reaching the limit on the operating table. It was not a favorable regime at the time, but luckily there was another man on guard who saved her. It was about Dr. Cristian Boeriu, whom she can thank for what he did for her then. Although she was a child and did not understand much at the time, Bubu was very sensitive and got upset quite quickly when something did not suit her. He didn't let her eat much during that time, though she screamed that she wanted to eat at McDonald's.

The days she was on infusions were not easy for her. Sometimes she also played and had a roommate, a little boy called "Buziță".

Nobody would have risked taking her into the emergency room, especially being in the official visit the president of the country, Mr. Constantinescu, at SMURD Târgu Mureș. But Arpi took courage and did his best to get Bubu taken over. The emergency system was at the beginning of Târgu Mureș. A German painter had come to visit them, and he still remembers how melted she was after the "Little Mermaid." At that time, he painted a drawing scene from the cartoon on the wall of her room. She loved drawing with chalk. She used to attract all kinds in the yard, and at one point, her parents had thought of getting her a blackboard on which to draw. The board was placed on the left wall as she entered the room. It also had an edge on which pieces of chalk and damp sponges were placed to wipe it.

He visited them by car. On the way to the hospital, he was driving, and he can still hear the whistling of the car's wheels. That's how he entered Smurd's yard. Arpi, her adoptive father, was sitting on the right and shouted at the doorman to step aside not to phase him. Lenuta was also present with her mother, who was waiting with all their heart to find out what was happening to her. She stayed in the hospital for a good week until she recovered and was able to go home. Her grandmother, Momo, was already waiting for her with some food and compote because she was not allowed to overeat during her convalescence. This moment was again like a crossroad, in which Bubu could not have been anymore.

She was also naughty. She was not the best child in the world, but neither the worst. Momo, she was very faithful. She had also spoken at one point with Father Ion to give her church services to get well. She even went to the Greek Catholic father to talk to him. Bubu was one of the luckiest during that period. She could enjoy the blessing of Cardinal Todea, a great man from their town, but also a man who had gone through much suffering until the totalitarian regime had passed. At that time, Ai was preparing to go to medicine. Of course, the first poem she had learned had to do with chemistry and bacteria. Oh, her mother had heard the conversation. She was in the next room. "Anita, please don't teach her nonsense!" She laughed and asked her to tell her in the ear. And she answered:

- Now, you say!

"And she, shall I say?"

- Yes.

The poem, she says. She had begun to recite it with pride. - "What's smaller and smaller, than the ant rot, the question doesn't scare us, is the bacterium rot." As a child, who could catch everything from the flight, there was no turning back. Every time when Neil went to the kindergarten bowed her head in front of the teachers and educators. Bubu always told them the poem. Sometimes she also accompanied Ai in the preparation hours for admission. She was still playing with her teacher's daughter Anita when her mother couldn't take care of her. She spoke three languages at home, English, Hungarian and German. As a child, he used to mix them. One word was said in Romanian, the other in Hungarian or German, it depends. They believed that everything she knew, in addition, would be useful in her life. 

Grandparents spoke Hungarian with the girls, but their mother spoke German. The decision was not an easy one for her parents, because the kindergarten she had attended before was right next to them, but the conditions did not compare with the kindergarten from Dacia. Bubu was always sick. The toilets were outside, and the playground was not the safest for the children. So it was one of the best decisions her parents made at the time to transfer her to another kindergarten. Bubu doesn't remember many things from the first kindergarten.

But she can tell you a lot about the kindergarten in Dacia. Enjoying foreign languages and music, she arrived at the English-language kindergarten, which had just opened. I think she was in the very first generation of children. There, she discovered her talents somehow. Her penchant for foreign languages, her musical ear, which she inherited from her biological father, who in turn played the accordion. Here were the people who formed her. She loved kindergarten. She met teacher Rodica who was an English teacher, teacher Lili, and teacher Andreea. Extremely dedicated, calm, and gentle people with children. She also remembers" auntie" Uţi, the kindergarten caretaker who always made sure to make them the sandwiches and the tea in the morning. There were also times when Albinița came, the kindergarten nurse, to control them from lice.

But how did they all run away in the days when they had to receive a vaccine? Although Bubu was a more sensitive child, she was braver. She had grown up and seen syringes and used to encourage her kindergarten mates. 

 She still remembers that they had gone out into the yard where they had a swing, and at one point, she had fallen off. The first to run to take her in her arms was teacher Andreea. She was crying and very scared, but she knew how to calm her down quickly. Teacher Andreea was extremely dedicated. Not because she had a special treatment in the collectivity, but he liked Bubu and Kitty more. They were always sticking to her as she was a bigger sister for them. 

Some time had passed, and she remembered the poetry Ai had taught her. Of course, she had to be proud of what she knew, because otherwise, she couldn't. She was three years old when she started kindergarten and stayed until she was five. The hardest part was the break-up for her...she still remembers the video in which teacher Rodica said that we would see each other in photos and videos one day. She was very proud of what she had done during kindergarten.

She received the role of "Snow's Queen," and together with her best friend, Kitty loved to be in the center of attention.

Kitty was also an energetic and smart little girl. She was her friend and confidant and remained until adulthood.

They quickly became friends even if sometimes they were pulling each other's leg because both were having their mothers in the same field, and they had many things in common. After dinner, Lenuta usually picked her up from kindergarten.

She didn't make mischief often, but even when she did, she came home with some big black points. She had argued with a colleague for taking a toy from her and pulled her hair. When she got back, Lenuța took her directly to her father's laboratory and made her tell him the truth. Her mother, also sad for what she did, told her:

"Okay, stop doing it next time, tell your teacher, and you should apologize for this."

The next day, they make peace with each other as nothing happened. She also used to climb up the chairs at the kindergarten, too, in order to get to the blackboard. She was scribbling with chalk on it. Almost everyone said and was convinced that she would become a teacher. Grandma, however, saw her as a dancer because she danced every time she heard the music on the television. In kindergarten, they had a TV hanging on the wall where they were allowed to watch cartoons or movies in English. Everything was very nicely arranged and well organized. They were divided into two groups: the big group and the small group. Each group had separate rooms, both equally beautiful set up. Filled with toys, chairs, and wooden tables on which they drew and painted which more of that with watercolors. They also had inspections sometimes. There was Mrs. Laurentia, who also loved children, and they loved her for bringing them Sugus with fruits. There was also a laboratory where teacher Rodica took them and put them CDs on the computer with games, which helped them a lot in developing their intelligence. The celebrations were not long, either, and they were really short but beautiful. There was a skeleton in one of the rooms, called Johnny by the children. They used to go and pull him by the hands, and have fun. That's how a day in a private kindergarten in Dacia looked. Although it was not a fancy city, it was decent at that time, and many parents were still looking for good kindergartens. It didn't last long, because by the time Bubu graduated preschool and kindergarten has been closed. Saturdays were for being with the family. She often went to the country with his grandparents, and visited them, or used to visit his grandmother Maria. Here she learned to play, to love animals and nature. She used to go to her adoptive father's estate. At that time, Arpi had many lakes and different varieties of trees. She had learned to fish. She enjoyed sitting on the wooden pontoon near the edge of the lake and watch her reflected image in the lake. She often threw dry bread to the fishes and was fascinated by the shoals of fish that gathered around the slices of baked bread. Then her father explained to her what the spawning period means and the role of Tench in standing water. Everything seemed interesting to her. Her father always had a harness ready that tied her to her belt to make sure she wouldn't make a blunder. His biggest fear was that Bubu wouldn't fall into the lake every time she wanted to fish or leaned over to take a closer look at the fishes. She had also flirted with fishing and had always told her why she was not allowed to do it when it was raining or cloudy. It had a carbon fiber stick, which was very light. Her father prepared it every time they went to the estate and put worms or bread on the hook to catch many fishes. Some of them have escaped sometimes, but she was not discouraged. Her father's friends were always desperate. They could not find anything. She was still the winner. It was like the fish felt she was coming. When she was 7, she spent her birthday there.

They had gathered more people, friends of theirs, and we're grilling. Neli prepared her cake in advance, and always bought watermelons to eat as a dessert. There weren't many near the log cabin yet, but they used to put the melons in a tub with cold water to keep them cold. She could hear the frogs, the birds singing, and the murmur of the water from the fountain. Every time she went home, she was exhausted. It was an oasis of peace and clean air but very strong also. She liked the evenings the most. She used to admire the white and pink water lilies that covered half of the lake.

 She used to stay with Omi and Otti for a week. She spoke German with Oma. I was lucky that she corrected me every time I didn't say something right, so I have learned German.

 She always enjoyed long walks to the citadel, to admire Sighișoara from above, and she always told her how life was before. 

It was hard, famine, and poverty. She had two more children, and it wasn't easy, especially when they went to school, and she had to offer them everything that they needed. 

It was a decent family, not very rich, but who could make a living from the little things they had. In the summer she went with them to the cottage. Grandpa sewed, Grandma always prepared food in the summer kitchen. 

They used to gather fruits and vegetables from the house's garden and took them to the cottage to eat. They had a small two-door car, which he had used it for a long time. Grandmother always received cow's cheese and curd from one of the neighbors who had the garden next to their cottage. She liked to eat them with tomatoes and salt. Every time she got there, she was hungry, so Grandma was always ready with everything she could.

In the autumn, my grandmother always made strawberry jam and all kinds of goodies. Grandpa picked grapes from the garden and made