Rulotista

Rulotista

Incerc sa imi aduc aminte prima rulota in care m-am suit in viata mea… Gata! Stiu! Aveam vreo 6 – 7 ani si eram in turneu cu Minisong in Franta. Toti copiii stateam pe perioada turneului la gazde – familii de francezi dornici sa gazduiasca copii talentati romani, gratis. Eu si fratele meu, Radu, nimerisem in acel turneu la o familie care a avea o rulota…

EN: I am trying to remember the first trailer I ever got in… I know! I was about 6-7 years old and I was on tour with the Minisong group in France. We were all staying with different families- French families eager to host talented Romanian kids for free. Me and my brother Radu were staying with a family who owned a trailer…

Era o familie cu doi copii foarte calda. Imi aduc aminte cat de mult se straduiau sa ne faca sederea la ei acasa placuta. Eu si fratele meu ii consideram extrem de bogati. Acum, sincer, nu stiu cat de bogati erau ei de fapt, dar pentru noi – care nu vazusem niciodata un frigider atat de plin, nu gustasem niciodata iaurturi cu fructe si inghetata lor la caserola – ei erau cu adevarat bogati. Sa ne intelegem, povestea se intampla imediat dupa revolutie, cand la noi era prapad. Iar iesirile acestea din tara probabil ca mi-au marcat existenta mai mult decat si-ar fi putut imagina parintii mei la vremea respectiva ca o vor face. Nu am sa uit nici gustul iaurturilor alora de toate felurile, mancate de rusine pe ascuns, dupa ce adormeau gazdele, cum nu am sa uit nici gustul cartofilor prafiti cu ketchup – primii cartofi din viata mea mancati cu ketchup! – cumparati de o alta gazada, de la o alta rulota, din Belgia, intr-un alt turneu.

Francezii aveau pe langa mancare buna, o casa frumoasa, cu o cada la care apa calda curgea cu jet fierbinte din prima, nu cum eram obisnuita in tara, dupa 5 minute de asteptat sa se duca rugina si sa treaca de la rece, la calaie si abia apoi calda. Drept urmare, la prima baie singura in casa lor m-am ars pe picior. Mi-au pus un plasture Urgo. Fitza. Si mai aveau francezii si o rulota. Prima rulota in care am intrat in viata mea. Imi aduc destul de vag aminte intreaga experienta, dar stiu sigur ca am fost fascinata de casa pe roti. I-am deschis toate dulapurile, toate sertarele, am sarit in patul ei, am deschis ferestrele, m-am jucat la chiuveta si la aragaz, si am ras cu mana la gura cand i-am vazut wc-ul. Tin minte ca am facut o calatorie pana la o vie si apoi ne-am oprit sa mancam struguri proaspat culesi la masuta din interiorul rulotei. AAAAAAA…. era minunat.

Multumesc, mama, pentru ca m-ai dus la Minisong la zeci de repetitii si filmari, si pentru ca tu si tata ati consumat toate economiile pe biletele de drum ale mele si ale lui Radu, gandindu-va ca strainatatea o sa ne prinda bine. Multumesc, mama, ca ai facut in asa fel incat sa ajung in rulota aceea.

Pozele au fost realizate in Dubai, in fata restaurantului – rulota Salt, de pe plaja Kite Beach, unde se mananca niste hamburgeri dementiali. Am purtat: rochie Cactus, ochelari Burberry.

EN: It was a very warm family with two kids. I remember how hard they were trying to make our stay as enjoyable as possible. My brother and I thought they were very rich. Now, honestly, I don’t know how rich they really were, but to us- who had never seen such a stocked up fridge before, who had never before tasted fruit yoghurts and casserole ice cream- they were really rich. Let’s be clear, this was happening right after the Revolution, when it was pretty bad in our country. And these visits abroad have probably marked my existence more than my parents could have imagined at that point. I will never forget the way those yoghurts tasted like, eaten secretly, after the hosts would fall asleep, just like I will never forget the taste of fries with ketchup-  the first fries I have ever eaten with ketchup!- bought by another host, from a different trailer, in Belgium, during a different tour.

Beside good food, the French also had a beautiful home, with a tub which had hot water flowing right from the first stream, unlike I was used to, after 5 minutes of waiting for the rust to wash off and the water to slowly turn warmer. Therefore, the first time I took a bath in their house, I burned my leg. They put an Urgo band aid on it. Coolness. And the French also had a trailer. The first trailer I had ever stepped in. I remember this experience very vaguely, but I know for sure that I was fascinated by the house on wheels. I opened all its drawers, closets, I jumped on the bed, I opened the windows, I played in the sink and at the stove, and I laughed when I saw its toilet. I remember taking a trip to a vineyard and then stopping for freshly picked grapes and eating them at the little table from inside the trailer. AAAAAAA…. it was wonderful.

Thank you, mum, for taking me to Minisong for tens of auditions and shootings, and because you and dad have wasted all your savings on tickets for me and Radu, believing that it will do us a lot of good. Thank you, mum, that you have arranged it so that I could step into that trailer.   

The pictures were taken in Dubai, in front of the trailer- restaurant  fata Salt, on Kite Beach, where they are making some incredible hamburgers. I have worn: Cactus dress, Burberry glasses.