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SUMAR NR. 63 Dincolo de eveniment Dunja Melčić – Un recviem sârb Perry Anderson – Rusia azi Luca Niculescu – Viraj periculos Dialog Ahmed Rashid – Georg Brunold – Miezul întunecat al Pakistanului Patrick Cockburn – Un război mic ce dăunează garantat

Structurat în trei secţiuni (Dezbateri – Evocări – Portrete), volumul consemnează momente elocvente ale reuniunilor din ultimii ani ale Cercului Cultural de la Ierusalim. La un deceniu şi jumătate de la înfiinţarea Cercului, „întâlnirile au devenit, după

Alături de instantaneele bucureştene din fotografiile lui Dan Hayon, volumul conţine un eseu-poem al Magdei Cârneci, unde pretextul olfactiv prilejuieşte o călătorie prin tot ce are mai specific – bun sau rău – capitala de pe malurile Dâmboviţei: „Bucureşti,

Tânărul Alexandru George, lucrând în catacombe, cu un cuvânt pe care el însuşi l-a folosit repetat pentru a-şi descrie situaţia în anii cei mai duri ai comunismului, pleacă de la Proust într-o căutare nu atât a timpului pierdut şi a epifaniilor memoriei involuntare,

by Alecu Russo (1819-1859)

Geology Museum, Kiseleff Park, Cismigiu Gardens. Since the park is always a handy alternative, but the least spectacular one, we suggest a visit to the Antipa museum, an eternal museum. We know that you notice at once those details that spoil all the charm, such as the

Statuary art gallery in open airIn Bucharest, there are lots of boulevards, streets, buildings that have become so familiar to us that we almost no longer see their beauty, originality, uniqueness. . . It is like being in the middle of an enchanting park that you admire,

Is every city like this? I’m standing on my balcony, looking down onto a busy car park where a space costs €8 per day. The car alarms are beeping, howling and wailing. It spreads like a virus down the street. Nobody seems to mind. Young men and women stand around in

Photos by Dan Hayon excerpts My first adventure in the capital city, sometime in my early adolescence. Confusion and ecstasy, fear and the excitement of the unknown, as though in a foreign country where, strangely, everyone speaks my own language. A dizzying cocktail of

Both me and the editor of the show listened with great delight to the story of the young American, of Romanian origin, who had come back to Romania in search of his roots and to set up a business. The young man had married a girl from Humuleşti, and now he spoke wonderful

clockwise from top left: Smardan St. , Stavropoleos St. , Caru cu bere pub (2), Stavropoleos Church (3), Russian Church. Early Sunday morning before 10 A. M. , the city offers its first surprise. It is empty. The bare streets are visible in all their twisted length, without

In those days they used to go to the Eastern Station, visiting some acquaintances: friends, as they might, after all, also have called them. Except that on this point, at least, Olga was right: they were not their friends; indeed, there was no way or time when they could