„Statiunea” Vama Veche…

„Statiunea” Vama Veche… nu stiu daca isi mai merita numele de veche… ma intristeaza ca trebuie sa ii zic statiunea…

Vama era un loc frumos si uitat de lume in care am revenit an de an, un loc in care am atatea amintiri minunate, unele mai frumoase, altele poate mai putin frumoase, un loc pentru experiente noi, un loc special in inima mea… Aici veneam cu prietenii sa ne distram, stateam pe plaja cu cortul, ascultam rock toata ziua si mai jucam o carte. Sticlele de bere nu lipseau niciodata si cand aveam bani mai multi luam si ceva mai tare, ne fugaream prin apa toata ziua  si stateam lesinati la plaja in asteptarea seri ce o petreceam langa un foc cu o chitara… Nopti petrecute cu ochii in stele langa altia oameni visatori, dimineti mahmure cu capul in nisip. Promisiunea ca nu mai bem niciodata doar ca sa o facem iar in noaptea urmatoare… Aventuri si amintiri…

Aveam ritualurile noastre, gogosile alea bune din capul strazii erau micul dejun gustos, asta pana s-a inchis intr-un an gogoseria si m-am mutat si eu la clatite cu restul. Luam cafeaua de dimineata la Bibi sau la Stuff (la ovidiu cum se numea mai pe vremuri)… Puneam cortul doar pe langa roata… dadeam din cap pe rock-ul de la pirati… Erau trairile noastre, placerile noastre.

Oameni distractivi, prieteni buni, aventuri nebune, dragoste,.. A fost frumos cat a tinut… Dar lucrurile nu raman asa pentru totdeauna, prietenii se duc, oamenii se schimba, se pierd cateva lucruri si raman doar amintirile. Am crezut ca orice se intampla vama este tot acolo… dar din pacate se schimba si ea…

Vama, locul uitat de timp si lume, locul cool si la moda unde sa te duci acum… rock-ul este inlocuit cu trance, house, comerciala si altele… locurile alea mici, vechi si prafuite unde stateam sa beau pana picam devin baruri sofisticate, de unde bem cocktails cu umbrelute… nu mai sunt oamenii aia carora nu le pasa cum arata, toata lumea incepe sa se aranjeze, cu hainute scumpe si frumoase, lux mult si pantofi cu toc in nisip pe plaja, posete de designer si ochelari de soare noaptea si priviri ce judeca si zic uite-i si pe aia cum se imbraca… Nu mai este o plaja de corturi, este o plaja de baldachine, sezloange si umbrelute, cu mese de masaj pe plaja si oameni cu multe „fitze”… Aglomeratie foarte multa si oameni noi ce nu ar trebui sa fie aici..,

Miscarea de rezistenta impotriva prostiei inca se tine de treaba, desii prostia creste in vama an de an… au mai disparut din magazinele ce vand carti, ca acum oamenii citesc doar facebook… si de ce nu, din moment ce pe stalpii din vama vad reclama la „candy crush” (un joculet de pe facebook, pentru necunoscatori)… Festivalul „Folk You” inca se tine, desii trupele incep sa se „diversifice”, cu artisti de genul „puya” si „connect-r” si sa nu mai zic de Tudor Gheorghe care mai nou zice ca maneaua este buna si trebuie cantata la folk… in 3 ani vine guta pe scena sa cante o manea mai moderna, ceva de bani si dusmani probabil 😦

Asta este vama acum, dar asta nu mai este vama mea… Asta este „Vama Noua” si nu stiu daca mai revin aici… Piratii inca se tin tari, cu rock ce suna bine, motoarele parcate in fata barului si distractie nebuna, m-as intoarce poate pentru ei…

Am vazut un ultim rasarit de soare aici si mi-am luat la revedere…

ENGLISH:

Wonderful memories, some good some maybe less good, a place for new experiences, a special place for me… i used to come here with my friends to have fun, we would set up tents on the beach, listen to rock music all day and play cards. The beer bottles were never missing and when we had more money we would get something stronger too, we would chase each other all day through the water waiting for the evenings we would spend at a bonfire with guitars… Nights spent star gazing with other dreamers, mornings spent in hangovers with heads in the sand. The promise we would never drink again, only to go wild again the next night… Adventures and memories…

We had our special rituals, those yumy donuts from up the street were the traditional breakfast, until they shut the place down, and then i moved to the pancake place with the rest. The usual cup of coffee at Bibi or at Stuff (Oviciu as it was called long ago)… Setting the tent next to a place called „the cartwhel”… headbanging on the rock music from the bar „Pirates”… These were our plasures…

Fun people, good friends, crazy adventures and a bit of love… it was wonderfull while it lastet… Bu things never stay the same forever, friends go away, people change, some things get lost and become just memories. I thought that no matter what happenes, Vama will alwasy stay the same… sadly it isn’t so…

Vama, a place forgotten by time and the world, the cool and fashionable place to be… the rock music is replaced by trance, house, comercial and more… the tiny old places where we used to sit and drink, are becoming big sofisticated bars where you can drink cocktails with little umbrelas in them… the people who didn’t give a damn how they looked are gone, everybody is dressed better, in „cute” expensive clothes, luxury and high heels in the sandy beach, designer purses and sunglasses in the night and look that judge everyone else saying look what those people are wearing… It stoped being a beach full of tents, it’s a beach full of baldaquins and sunbeds, massage tables and more… a huge crowd and people who shouldn’t be here…

„The resistance movement agains stupidity” is still doing their job, altho the stupidity level here keps growing year after year… a few of the book stores are already gone, after all everyone just reads facebook now… and why not since on every pole there is a „candy crush” commercial (that’s a facebook game, for those who don’t know)… „Folk you” festival is still here, altho the bands playing are very diverse now, with artists like „puya” and „connect-r” and what can i say about Tudor Gheorghe who now says that the song type manea is good and whould be sung as folk… in 3 years time we will have the artist guta on the stage singing a more modern manea, something about money and enemies probably 😦

This is Vama nou, and this is not my Vama… This is the „New Vama” and i don’t know if i’ll come back again… The pirates still keep strong, with good rock music, bikes parked in front of the bard and some wild fun, i would maybe come back for them…

I have seen my last sunrise from here and i have said my goodbyes…