Romania is the Cradle of our Civilization

One of the amusing aspects of moving from a large country (Germany) to a smaller or less populated country (Romania) is how fixated the latter countries are on their image abroad. One of the questions I get asked the most in Romania is: “What was your impression of Romania before you moved here?” That my current impression based on the experiences garnered in the country itself is highly positive is something that the questioner has already noticed with joy. Still, he is concerned about his country’s reputation abroad.

I tend to be honest and explain that I didn’t know much, except for some vague idea about mountains, castles and the Danube. I admired Romania for the tough manner in which it said good-bye to its dictator, I remember the images from orphanages that went around the world, and I am proud that I am different from most other visitors to Transylvania in that I know that Bram Stoker’s Dracula is a merely fictional character.

Then, with hopefulness clearly audible, I often receive this question: “But surely you also remember Nadia Comăneci?” Ehm, no. “Nadia Comăneci! Olympic Games in Montreal in 1976!” Never heard of her, I am sorry. I am being illuminated that Miss Comăneci, who was only 14 years at the time, was the first gymnast ever to score a perfect 10. My counterpart beams with pride and jubilation, as if Romania had just won the Football World Cup or as if life had been discovered on the moon. If I still fail to remember this highlight of sporting history, I reap horror and incomprehension. “What good are his 9 years of Gymnasium if he doesn’t know anything about gymnastics?” the patriotic Romanian seems to wonder.

But I do know the meaning behind the statue of the Capitoline Wolf with Romulus and Remus which is prominently placed in front of every major city hall in Romania, for example here in Târgu Mureș.

wolfVery simplified and somewhat falsified, Romania is the real successor to the Roman Empire. Hence this island of a Romance language in the midst of Eastern Europe, with its language which is so close to Italian and Spanish that it explains why Romanians learn these idioms with ease (but fails to explain why many are equally fluent in English, German and Hungarian, although the latter is officially an unlearnable language).

But we don’t even need to go all the way back to the Dacians and the Romans to discover Romania’s importance for our current civilization. In short: We would still be in the Middle Ages if it weren’t for resourceful Romanians who made one invention after the other. We are talking about the most innovative country in Europe, an early Silicon Valley in a way.

Just a few examples:

  • First of all, man as we know him was invented here. The oldest remains of modern human beings (40,500 years old) were found in the Cave of Bones in Banat. Without the Romanian upgrade to homo sapiens we would still be Neanderthals.
  • It is not quite clear where letters were invented and it was Johannes Gutenberg who invented the printing press, but what use is all of this without a practical writing tool? Luckily, Petrache Poenaru invented the fountain pen in 1827.
  • In 1884 Timișoara was the first city in Europe with electric street lights. Finally it was safe to go jogging at night.
  • There were early aviation pioneers like the Lilienthal or the Wright brothers elsewhere, but with their rickety thingies you couldn’t cross more than a few cornfields. We only have modern planes thanks to Henri Marie Coandă, who built the first jet plane already in 1910.
  • A suitable addition was the ejection seat invented by Anastase Dragomir.
  • Nicolae Paulescu discovered insulin in 1921, but was overlooked when the Nobel Prize for Medicine was awarded for that discovery in 1923. Unfortunately he did not develop any medicine against the pathological anti-Semitism from which he suffered, leaving this problem still more rampant than diabetes today.
  • Hermann Oberth developed the first rockets and thus laid the groundwork for space flight.
  • Without Ion Basgan we would all be left high and dry, for he developed the technology which is still being used in oil-drilling.
  • I don’t know what cybernetics is, but Ştefan Odobleja is its father. Probably we wouldn’t have any computers without him, or something like that.
  • In any case, Eugen Pavel invented the Hyper-CD-ROM which can store up to one million gigabyte.
  • You know the dream of the perpetuum mobile? Already invented! For more than 60 years, the Karpen cell built by Nicolae Vasilescu-Karpen has been emitting energy.

And so on, and so on. In light of these crowning technological achievements, one can become a bit angry about those in Western Europe or the rest of the world who dismiss Romania as a poor country with vampires. But the most likable thing about Romania is that here, nobody runs around shouting “we are the greatest” like they do elsewhere. Even when discussing some of the pioneering deeds mentioned above, Romanians mention it with a wink in their eye, pointing out that most Romanians had already been living abroad when their creativity flourished. And that’s where we have come full circle to present times. Allegedly, Romanian is the second-most spoken language in the offices of large computer companies in the US. I personally don’t believe that however, because I am sure that in that case, Google or Bing translations from Romanian would be better than they are.

(Zur deutschen Fassung.)

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The perfect parcel

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Books, chocolate, cigars. Anything else, I can do without.

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Video Blog: Birthday Song in Tiraspol

Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Artikels.

To prevent my 40th birthday from becoming legally effective, I spent 6 July 2015 in Transnistria which is not recognized by any other country. As always, I had not planned a large party. Instead, the journey and the new impressions and experiences were celebration, gift and reward enough.

In the evening, I sat in a park with the typically Soviet name “Victory Park” in the capital city of Tiraspol and celebrated the victory of relaxation over the hottest day of the year, which even 15 minutes of torrential downpour had not managed to cool down. Yes, in the Soviet Union one did not limit oneself to boring names for parks like “Municipal Park”. And why change the name? “Victory” is always good, even if the victorious country has since long disappeared and fallen apart.

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Under the eyes of a Soviet officer about whom I don’t know any details except that he was adorned with medals (as intended) and a pigeon on his head (as had not been intended), I enjoyed the last cigar from my stash (juicily one from the former class enemy in Virginia) and was reading a spy novel. Some of my more intellectual readers may turn up their nose at such literature, but this is my protection against the charge of being a spy myself. “If I was really a spy, I would hardly read spy novels in public,” would convince even the toughest KGB officer. In such a scenario, Pushkin or Dostoyevsky would be of less practical use. And yes, in Transnistria the secret police is still called KGB. Why change the name? It’s a known brand.

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Soon, two guys of the type “high-school dropout, and the more aggressive for it” build themselves up in front me, a bit too close for my liking, and start talking to me in Russian, both of them at the same time. Friendly, unintimidated and in English, I explain that I sadly don’t speak any Russian. The non-understood sentences go back and forth until they manage to convey that they want a cigar. No way! With my last cigar, on my birthday on top of that, I remain more steadfast than the aforementioned monument.

Scowling, the guys walk off, but return after a few minutes. “Have they learned English in the meantime?” I wonder. No, but now they have a deal to suggest, although “suggest” sounds too friendly for their pushy manner. They want cigars from me and are willing to offer Marlboro cigarettes in exchange. Apart from the fact that I wouldn’t have any more cigars with me, the offered four to six Marlboros would really be a bad deal for me. Curiously, they now do speak three words in English, which they keep repeating while praising their offered merchandise: “American, duty free!” Yeah, I have no doubt these cigarettes are duty free indeed. Transnistria is a paradise for smugglers, for everything from cigarettes and alcohol, to weapons and plutonium and even organs or whole humans.

Finally the two intrusives give up and I can return my attention to the inter-war period and observe the action in Victory Park. A few benches to my right, a woman rents out plastic cars to parents who want to occupy their children that way. The children can either drive the cars themselves, or the parents can control them remotely. It’s telling that all the boys are allowed to drive on their own, while the parents retain the control if their child is a girl. If it’s the mother at the control, the car jerks back and forth so erratically that the little ones must get whiplash. Hopefully, they haven’t had any ice cream before. So this is how bad driving is passed on from mother to daughter.

Opposite from me, on the other side of the wide square where I am enjoying the evening sun, two boys overheard me speaking in English. They get up from their bench and come towards me, a bit shy but determined. These two are discernibly of the type “polite and well-mannered”, a welcome change to my previous visitors. They don’t ask for cigars, but if they may practice their English with me. They have both finished university where they had English classes while studying engineering, but they have no opportunity to practice it in Tiraspol.

Igor is 23, Denis is 24, both are in that phase after university and military service and are considering whether it’s worth trying to look for the improbable employment or whether they should first try some volunteering that would allow them to travel. We talk about traveling, about how to finance it, about priorities in life, about relationships, freedom, politics, Transnistria, Moldova, Russia and about languages.

After a while, Igor takes out his guitar and both of the guys play and sing a few songs for me, without knowing that it’s my birthday.

Couples walk past and look at us with smiling curiosity while they enjoy their ice cream or are holding hands, with their children running around them in circles. I feel amused by all the warnings about Transnistria that I had received before my journey. So much ignorance, so much useless fear, and they would be so easy to counter. All you need to do is hop on a train, go to another country, walk around with open eyes and an open mind and talk to people. Just try it!

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Who Kills all the Old People?

I usually dismiss all conspiracy theories. I don’t believe in large groups of people getting together and controlling everything else, with nobody – except some blogger in his pyjamas – finding out about it. As someone who subscribes to the theory of methodological individualism, I generally have a hard time believing any explanation that pretends to explain a certain action without saying who the actor is or with what methods a goal is achieved. After trying to reason with conspiracy theorists, I discovered that humor is the only way to deal with them.

But now even I think that something fishy is going on. I don’t know who is behind it. I don’t even know why. But it’s obvious that something abnormal is going on; something dangerous. This can’t be coincidence:

On 17 June 2015, Jealean Talley died in Michigan. Only two months before, on 6 April 2015, she had become the oldest living person. On that day, Gertrude Weaver, who had been the oldest living person until then, died in Arkansas. She had only attained that title 5 days before, on 1 April 2015. By now, it won’t surprise you that it was another “accident” which gained her that dubious title: Misao Okawa, who had until then been the oldest living person, had died in Japan on that day.

Within only three months, three people became the oldest living person and all three of them died. This is shocking enough. But it gets worse: it turns out that in the past decades, whoever was the oldest living person would die within a few years, often only a few months, after attaining that title. Statistically, this is the most dangerous of all the world records. I went through the data, but none of the other world record holders, be it smallest person, largest person, heaviest person, fastest person and so on, faces the same certainty of death as the oldest living person.

There must be some conspiracy, but I haven’t got the slightest clue yet as to who could be behind it.

I hope she won’t read this, but if this pattern continues, I am fairly certain that Susannah Mushatt Jones will be the next oldest living person to get killed in this abhorrent streak of violence.

“Is this a death certificate?”

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“half-German”

Not least due to my FAQ on German citizenship law and my corresponding infographic on German citizenship law, which have established this blog as the no. 1 resource on the internet for questions on German citizenship, I receive a lot of questions almost every day.

Most of these questions are written by non-lawyers, so they are often not formulated very precisely. In fact, you’d be shocked to learn how little information some people believe they have to include. I have received questions like “Hey bro, I am 23 years old and a student. Can I get German citizenship?” Many people forget to include their parents’ citizenship or their place or year of birth, all relevant factors. Today I got an especially funny one: “My surname sounds German. Can I get German citizenship?”

But this post is devoted to only one issue which pops up again and again, even in articles I read. It’s the issue of being “half-German”, by which people mean that they have one German parent and one non-German parent. It annoys the hell out of me because it violates all laws of logic. There is no such thing as being half-German or half-Iranian or half-Mexican.

“Sorry, you are only half-American.”

It’s a citizenship. It cannot be split in half. How do you think that would work? Would you only be German in the morning and French in the afternoon? Or would you only be allowed to vote in every second election? Or would you only have to pay half as much in taxes in Germany (“Yes, I want that,” I hear many of you scream.), but receive half the public services? Could you use your passport for only six months out of each year?

Citizenship is like pregnancy. Either you have it or you don’t. (And if you don’t have it yet, but you want it, I can tell you how to get it.) You may have other citizenships besides it, but that doesn’t make the other one a half or a third one. You just have two or three full citizenships. Lucky you.

If this is too legalistic for you, think of this: Most probably you have one female and one male parent, but that doesn’t make you half-female and half-male. You are either female or male.

We are not arithmetic results of what our ancestors were, but each of us is an individual. Citizenship is nothing more than a legal criterion, in most cases a completely arbitrary one. Knowing how easy it is to change your citizenship, I would also argue that it’s one of the least important criteria to make up a person.

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Air Condition on Romanian Trains

Trains in Romania don’t need air condition. They simply leave the doors open during the journey.

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Because of the slow speed, this enables you to get off wherever you want, without the train having to stop. Very practical.

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6 July is International Kissing Day

Yes, there is a day for EVERYTHING. And today, it’s International Kissing Day.

I’d like to draw your attention to some countries where kissing in public is still a crime and is being actively prosecuted: Dubai, Singapore, India, Iran, Indonesia.

But now, more importantly, International Kissing Day coincides with the other big event happening every year on 6 July: MY BIRTHDAY.

Because kissing is not an option due to distance, or would be inappropriate or might not even be appreciated by me, depending on who you are (:P), you will have to opt for sending me a book, cigars or a cake as a present instead. Thank you very much in advance already!

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A Nap at the Mosque

The most practical use offered by mosques is that they are a place of silence. Weary travellers may even use them to take a nap.

Foto0174-Esfahan Jameh MosqueI took this photo on my first trip to Iran in 2008/2009. This is Jameh Mosque in Isfahan, one of the oldest and at the same time one of the largest mosques in Iran. It is an enormous complex which invites you to spend hours strolling through the column-adorned rooms or across the courtyard with its water basins.

The most comfortable mosque I ever found for taking a rest was in Syria: Umayyad Mosque in Damascus which is lavishly equipped with carpets and comfortable pillows. Unfortunately I didn’t have a camera with me back then. And who knows if the mosque will still be standing next time I will be in Syria.

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Easily Confused (48) Bank Holiday

Bank holiday in Britain:

Hampton Court Palace Jubilee picnic

Bank holiday in Greece:

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The Railway in Romania

If you want to know what the rail system in Romania is like, you only need to walk to the train station in Târgu Mureș.

You will recognize it by this sign: a panel of wood from an old crate, on which someone hand-painted the logo of the Romanian state railway CFR.

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It is attached to an old warehouse next to the tracks. Tickets are sold in a small room which is adorned by two maps, on which Yugoslavia and the Soviet Union still exist.

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If you think that this is some little village station, you are wrong. Târgu Mureș is the 16th-largest city in Romania after all, and there are direct trains from here to Budapest and Bucharest. The equivalent would be if the train station in Fort Worth, Texas or in Bournemouth in England had only a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind.

Whenever I tell people in Romania that I love taking the train, they look at me as if I am crazy. But the trains are punctual, cheap and they offer wonderful views of the countryside. It would just be nice if there were more of them. And at an average speed of 30 mph, you need to bring a lot of time (and books) with you.

(Zur deutschen Fassung.)

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