I like Bucharest, I was born here and I’m not really upset with it (it’s true that I feel much better in Paris). But lately, I’ve been paying close attention to the pollution specific to this place. Here are some examples:
Cars accelerating in the middle of the night
Motorcycles passing at full speed at any time, making sure we noticed them
Neighbors who, in their generosity, make sure we all hear their favorite music
Those on the opposite terrace who, since the pandemic is downhill, celebrate every night
Housewives in the same neighborhood who fry onions in the middle of the night, when you think about opening the window wide
Some compatriot who was not convinced even by the pandemic that water and soap are not harmful to health
The sidewalks full of dog excrement, which seems to force you to walk with your head bowed, careful to avoid any damage (I have nothing to do with dogs but with owners who do not care for them)
The rubbish room from the building, where some people think it’s better to leave the rubbish next to it, just so maybe the janitor passes by and takes it down (until then, other avoiding dance through bags, plastic bottles);
Conversations from terraces, in a pitch so loud that everyone else can hear the two bragging or giving orders, over the phone
The unsightly aesthetics of some faces in which too much hyaluronic acid has been injected
Some fashion trends interpreted, I would dare to say, wrong: jeans too torn, too dropped, tracksuit worn in any situation, glittering slippers, with the brand name written too big
The continuous beeping of someone’s phone you’re at the table with
All these and, of course, more, cause us to sometimes be negatively charged, to erode our patience, to become more intolerant. Or I became too sensitive, as some people tell me. In any case, perhaps a drop of attention and care for us, others and the environment, could improve the quality of life for everybody.