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Home - Where It All Began, With The Remnants of Castles and The Spirits of Kings

There is not one day that I do not think about the most important years of my life, the most important years of my human development - my childhood. Nostalgic, over all of the experiences which my beautiful childhood years offered me (along with also those not so beautiful memories), I feel that I identify myself more with my heritage as I get older than ever before. Perhaps, this is as a consequence of studying in more detail human development and understanding what psychologists mean by the nurture concept. Nonetheless, I am grateful. Very grateful. I lately have asked myself: will there come a day in which I want to return home? I think in the ideal life, the answer is very likely yes. But does life ever reach the ideal? I am not so sure about this. So much in our environment affects our decision making and even reality. I cannot answer this question, right now, but I can state that I am proud to be a Romanian. My first 17 years of my life, the primary years of a human’s developmental stages, have been spent in the beautiful and industrious city of Baia Mare. You might not know but the outskirts of Baia Mare are the only areas where you can find chestnut trees that usually need Mediterranean climate to grow. Founded in the 12th century by Saxon immigrants, it was first known as Neustadt. As explained in the Brittanica journal, the first document mentioning the name Baia Mare dates back to 1329. It was a mining centre of fluctuating fortunes until after World War II, when chemical and metallurgical works, lead works, and other nonferrous heavy industries were developed there. Baia Mare contains a 14th-century Gothic-style clock tower, which dominates the medieval quarter. The oldest house in the historical Liberty's Plaza, dating back to the 1440s, stands on the east side of the square, a lone remnant of a long-gone castle built by Transylvanian prince Iancu de Hunedoara for his wife Elisabeta. The house so known as “Casa Elisabeta,” is now an art exhibitions venue.

The years of my childhood are of priceless significance to me. I don’t talk about it often, well, if you think about it not many artists directly speak about anything. Artists are far too complex beings, for one. If the artist is also analytically inclined, in addition to being artistically talented, then you might find yourself talking to a complex cerebral individual with many deep layers. People who are highly cerebral might not often talk about important topics but, when they do, you will want to pay close attention to what they are saying expecting profundity in their words. In conclusion, I am proud of my heritage and the years that contributed in the most important ways to my human development. Romanian culture and history are very rich. There is so much meaning, beauty, and realism in Romania. Romania is filled with intellectuals, talented artists, and some of the most fun and funny people you will ever meet. The picture at the top of my article posting is of "Castelul Corvinilor," which I visited the last time I was home. This grandiose castle is located in Hunedoara, Transilvania. The below picture is of my home town Baia Mare's old historic district in whose very close vicinity I spent most of my childhood days. I shall include, my grandparents lived in the same home my mother lives in today. I find this to be remarkable knowing that three generations lived at one time in the same dwelling. That home was my sanctuary along with my grandparents who were my greatest love. No matter where I am in the world, this place will forever remain sacred to me.

With the remnants of castles and the spirits of kings, Romania will always be home to my soul. - Carmen A. Cisnadean

~ Thank you for reading ~

Carmen A. Cisnadean


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