In its own way, every childhood is special and beautiful, no mater the living place. Children are definitely so amazing, as they have something that later will be lost, the quality of innocence. The primary one.
My childhood is in an awesome way linked to one of the most beautiful castles in the world. Of course I did not realise this while I was running freely with my fellows around of it, captivated by the mystery and stories which made up the place. For our small world that place was the only one.
In teenage time, we used to have here our friends meetings, as the Castle has been for a long time one of the main points of the entertainment in the town. Meanwhile a little cinema worked in the court, and for that time I could say it was a big blessing. My fellows understand better, as we lived in a time with not that much opening to the world.
The Castle area was as well the home of almost all the cultural events and festivals in the town. I would like to point out that in those times, even we were quite isolated from the rest of the world, and the Romanian Communist Party structures controlled everything, Romania still had a high quality of culture. Despite of the censure, very “bright” at all levels, there was a striving to keep the standards high. Culturally speaking, education was at that time one of the best. Apart of being nostalgic, is only a thing I want to highlight as maybe it could be improved something today, learning from the good facts happened before.
Regarding our cultural contests, organised by the County School Inspectorate, I have a funny innocent story.
One day I was asked by the Romanian Language teacher to write a poem about the president Ceausescu. Of course at that time, we had to praise him, along the work of Romanian Communist Party. Being child, I didn’t pay that much attention to the fact we had to compliment him, even this routine was like a daily bread on society table. However, I wrote a very short cliche poem, playing with rhymes, thinking about how should ever look a role model in a society in the way I could sense at that age. When I submitted to the teacher, before the contest, I said in a very funny way: “I did not mention the name of the president, in case the next year we will have another president, the poem will be still available!”
The teacher was laughing in a hidden way, yet looking at me very kind, she said that we must introduce his name within the poem lines. Well, sadly we did that and went together to the Castle for the contest. I only remember the atmosphere there. Everybody enjoyed even was in quite dark time.
Every single person who lived in those times remembers that the “medicine” for the big frustration we experienced, was the humor. Ceausescu jokes and of course, the Romanian brand jokes with Bula were the strongest points which kept us united and lifted our spirit.
I am thankful to the life for every single moment of my childhood. Even not having on those days a high technology, the good brand toys, or other luxury stuff, I had a beautiful girlhood amongst the chestnuts trees, the dance classes, the love of my parents, the joy of my friends. I enjoyed my moments taking advantage from what the place offered.
Today, Corvin Castle still attracts many tourists from all around the world. Regarding me, I will always be there in every single visit to my town. As somebody said so beautifully: “When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed but your childhood.”
© Simona Prilogan