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She puts the note back and sits on the sidewalk, waiting for a car to pass. How cold is the water in her well! And how good! It’s not like she will die of thirst until Brezoi. Untying the bag, she pulls out a crumpled five thousand note and smoothens it, her eyes fastened on the colored bottles. She is about to go, but thirst doesn’t let her go. How much does it cost? Three thousand the bottle. “What if she stopped in Brezoi, where her daughter is married. All that’s left is barely enough for the way back. It went all to the lawyer, so as not to lose the trial. Not enough to buy the bread, tomatoes, and cucumbers she wanted. The burning sun and the thirst torment her. She asks the saleswoman for a cup of water, but the woman only laughs ‒ she has only soda.
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She has eaten nothing else than a piece of bread, but she’s not hungry. Teodora descends the steps of the courthouse, overwhelmed by worries and needs. The peasant looks his best in poetry, in paintings, lying on the raw grass, or in Romanian, Ukrainian or Belarusian folklore, even more so than a king seated comfortably in the affairs of the country, whispering lies at the table.Ī fragment from the novella Teodora, The Irretrievable Strange as it may seem, the peasant always learns to adapt on the fly to poverty and wants, always yoked to the plow with his companion, the ox. Then, hunger-stricken, he takes a break, swallows a lump of polenta with an onion broken in his fist, and a piece of curd from a shabby towel, as the sweat dries on his rough shirt. The peasant wakes up in the middle of the night, caters to his animals, and hurries empty-stomached to his field, where the sun beats down on his head until sunset. Nor does he take his lunch at twelve o’clock or French leave by fifteen hundred, so that at seventeen sharp, after a well-deserved nap, he can go out for a walk, a beer, and ten mititei. He doesn’t start his work at nine in the morning with a coffee.
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If his house or patch of ground collapses during an earthquake, flood, or drought, no one will give him compensation. He has never heard of holidays at the beach or in the mountains. He is a kind of nobody, with no position, no medical or rest leave. The doctor comes to his village once a year or not at all. He’s slow, he barely gets by, he’s always duped by corrupted politicians during elections. Nobody offers him a job because he has no qualifications. The peasant is not a denomination, he has neither wants nor at least an identity. Accessories (140) adventcalendar (2) africa (1) alphabet (9) animals (92) architect (21) art (74) autism (3) bathroom (5) bedroom (76) Befana (1) bike (2) birds (10) black and white (12) blogs (24) bologna (3) books (40) cardboard (62) ceramic (18) Chairs (41) charity (1) Christmas (10) clocks (1) colour (101) concorso (2) concrete (1) cork (12) courses (2) cradle (10) creativity (187) crochet (10) design (137) Design Week Bologna 2015 (1) Design week Milan 2013 (9) design week Milan 2014 (13) design week Milan 2015 (7) Design week Milan 2016 (2) Design week Milan 2017 (2) Design Week Paris 2013 (1) designer (72) designers (160) disability (1) DIY (39) dolls house (16) Easter (1) ethic (56) etsy (34) events (32) fabric (39) Facebook (6) family (14) fashion (31) felt (28) flickr (2) flowers (4) food (36) fruit (5) Fuorisalone 2017 (1) game (26) games (20) glass (1) halloween (2) handmade (70) holidays (2) illustrations (48) indoor (6) inspiration (269) inspire (42) INSTAGRAM (6) interview (6) Japan (20) JEWELS (2) kickstarter (1) kidsroomzoom (7) Kidsroomzoom_Riga_2014 (1) kitchen (16) knitting (9) LAGO (1) lamps (12) lego (1) Lightning (24) luxury (1) Made by Ta.Ta.In an increasingly disunited and confused European Union, the peasant seems to me to be the only certainty, because he has never been of interest to anyone.