Located south of the Bega canal, the student complex was built to house the students of the West University and the Polytechnic University in the early 1960s.
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Located south of the Bega canal, the student complex was built to house the students of the West University and the Polytechnic University in the early 1960s.
In a guide to Timișoara published in 1964, this area was called "the young city of light", each faculty representing "a golden gate through which young people enter the great life, in the midst of the creative work of the people, the builder of socialism, of happiness".
In recent years the student complex has become a gallery of murals, covering hundreds of metres of dorm walls. A tour of this open-air gallery begins with the Aleea Studenților and continues along Aurelianus and Alexandru Vaida-Voidevod streets, challenging the public to examine the messages about Timisoara's history and multicultural spirit. The works were executed by Sweet Damage Crew (walls C21-20 fireplace)Novus Ordo Muralis (dormitory C22), Kaput and Pulsar Sinaps (Kaps Crew) (dorm 19), Ovidiu Batista, Zgondy and Irlo , The work was carried out within the project Memories of the Fortress, organized by the Association Timișoara - European Capital of Culture, with the support of Timișoara City Hall and the City Council.
Bibliography:
- Timișoara. Small tourist guide, Meridiane Publishing House, Bucharest, 1964
- Mihai Opris, Timișoara. Small urban monograph, Technical Publishing House, Bucharest, 1987
- https://bestoftimisoara.ro/redescopera-complexul-studentesc-din-timisoara-pe-traseul-picturilor-murale/
Student Complex
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Robert Șerban
not all the bullet holes from '89
have disappeared
no money was found
to fill them all
and poverty has left so long
those eyes open
for us to sometimes cross eyes
and not pretend
that we don’t know
June 2022
“Timișoara has a grand train station. Straight ahead, on the best asphalt pavement, smooth and clean, you walk past the gleam of the six-row windows of a huge mill, then through the alleys lined up with secular trees, perfect for a walk that shelters, in the cool of the evening, pairs enjoying the autumn moon, for they have lost the spring moon. Coarse breaths of air come from the waters of the Bega river, where one can discern piles of planks, abandoned boats. A large iron bridge leads to a neighborhood of tall houses, whitewashed by electricity. Then again follows the road through the trees, where peasant carts with white covers trickle along. Finally, at the entrance on a narrow street with large buildings, there is a bright palace with a theater-like facade, which displays a first-rate café, then the gangway to the great Kronprinz Hotel, worthy of any large capital. The owner is Swabian, everyone speaks German; right across, a smaller hotel with a German-only sign. From the very beginning, Timișoara shows itself for what it is: the town built on the ruins of the former Ottoman Paschalik, according to straight-line plans, for the Banat Swabians and other outcasts brought by German rule from all over the world, from the Lorraine in France, from Spain.” (Nicolae Iorga, Selected Travel Notes about Transylvania and Banat, Lucian Cursaru (Ed.), vol. II, Bucharest, Minerva Publishing House, 1977, p. 118-119)
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Timisoara in time
by Mara-Gabriela Pakai, 11th grade
"Grigore Moisil" Theoretical High School Timișoara
On a sunny day in August, crows occasionally created a cloud of shadow over Timisoara's parks, but in the Central Park another kind of shadow was falling, one caused by screams:
- I never want to see you again! Go home.
- Fine! I only came here for you, but if you don't appreciate that, I'm going as far away from you as I can, so I can finally relax!
- You bet! That it's so hard for you to get out of your comfort zone that at any inconvenience you run away!
*
The two vacationers in love showed no signs that their romantic trip would be a success. Ema and Mihnea decided to celebrate their one-year anniversary with a trip to all of Romania's big cities in the summer before the start of their first year at university. It was more Ema's wish, but Mihnea, being head over heels in love, accepted, seeing the trip as a good opportunity to get to know his girlfriend better.
They arrived in Timisoara, where Emma's parents had met 30 years ago. In her purse, decorated with trinkets and filled with scribbled papers, things found on the street and forgotten candies, Ema had also put a little folder with pictures and maps that her parents had kept in their memory boxes. They had just left the train station and were on their way to their accommodation at the hotel of the same name in the heart of Timișoara. They were to spend three days discovering the beautiful European cultural capital of 2023 and recreating the images Ema had received from her parents.
The town, however, had been undergoing subtle changes all this time, and what seemed like a fairytale place in her parents' stories may have lost some of its old charm. How will the girl react when she realizes she can't relive all the memories of her parents?
*
Mihnea put the map of the city on the coffee table in the hotel room, which was barely whole from all the folds and creases of time, put a few more flyers advertising the week's events found at the reception desk, and tried to find the corresponding place for each yellowed picture of Emma's parents' vigorous young faces. In the meantime, she was preparing her outfits for the next few days as well as a backpack with snacks, external batteries, water, tissues and other possible necessities.
First stop was the National Theater. They didn't have far to walk, as the hotel is across the street from the theater building. Mihnea had bought surprise tickets for "A Lost Letter", one of Emma's favorite plays, as she loves comedies. In front of the entrance, Ema asked the guard to take a Polaroid of them. In the original one, you could barely make out the couple's small silhouettes seated in front of the grand building, with a streetcar on the left that had just passed them. Ema was surprised by the absence of the tracks that once crossed the square, but remained grateful for the peace and security their disappearance brought.
Just before she entered, Mihnea offered his darling the ticket for the play that was about to begin. Ema, who loves surprises, jumped for joy, clinging to her lover's neck.
In the break between acts, Ema realizes the lateness of the hour and begins to feel a stirring in her chest. She keeps going over and over, counting on her fingers how many goals she still had to check off. She tried to enjoy the show, but the long list of places she wanted to visit wouldn't let up.
- Mihnea, I appreciate the surprise and enjoyed the piece immensely, but you know that time is short and the list of goals is long. After today we only have two days left, but I only checked one item off the list!
- Ema, calm down, we have plenty of time, and now we're heading for the second objective, he said gently, stroking her back over the jacket he offered her.
- You're right... but from tomorrow we won't waste any more time! We'll make a timetable by the minute, she smiles, shivering from the cool breeze between the hypnotically paved streets.
*
The next day they explored most of Timisoara's important buildings. Ema ticked off each point on the list with almost childlike satisfaction, while Mihnea, slightly tired, felt himself being pulled around.
- I ran out of paper for the camera, says the girl perched on top of the bed, satisfied after a productive day in which she managed to make the most of every moment.
- Yes, you've really managed to exhaust everything today, replied Mihnea sourly.
- Tomorrow we can go to the mall and buy another package. I'm so happy that we managed to stop by the Weisz Palace, the Metropolitan Cathedral, the Youth House, the Stadium and the Rose Park. We visited 5 places in one day! We're great! Now I can show my folks the complete construction of the Youth House. Did you notice that in their picture, the workers in the back were hilarizing on camera?
- No, but I noticed how the map of the tram routes they gave you and you insisted that we use is completely wrong, how in the picture in front of the Cathedral your mother was holding a bag of anafra, but you didn't have the patience until the end of the mass, and how the Rose Park apparently doesn't exist anymore!
- Haha..., yeah... it was fun looking for the park. Luckily that old guy overheard us and replied that it's now called Rose Park, but it's the same thing. As for the Cathedral, you know we didn't have time to stay long! The trams were my mistake.
- I don't feel like we get to enjoy anything in this hurry and you insist so much on recreating a moment from another era that doesn't belong to you that it's becoming tiresome, Mihnea snaps.
- You're mean, good night.
*
In the morning, Mihnea didn't want to accompany Ema to visit the Polytechnic, where her father studied. After a few hours, the girl returned sulkily and forced her partner to go and get the paper for pictures while she strolled around the Student Complex. They arranged to meet by the cardinal points fountain at the Bastion.
- Their dorms are almost as cool as ours! Ema said, trying to lighten the mood.
- Look, they have an art exhibition! Mihnea notes excitedly, sipping from the coffee that Ema had bought him in the complex.
- No time. We still have to visit the downtown parks, have lunch at the Brewery and walk along the banks of the Bega. He turns his back and hands the camera to a gentleman at the entrance to the exhibition.
On the way to Central Park, Mihnea remained silent and sullen. Ema walked briskly while muttering something about the lack of flowers.
- Ema stop. If you're in such a hurry and refuse any proposal from me, you'd better continue your journey alone.
- What?
- I feel like an accessory! You're so stuck on your parents' story that we can't have our story! They wouldn't be happy if they knew how you do it.
- I can't believe you're telling me this! You knew what we were gonna do, and I told you it was gonna be a busy couple days! And of course I bring up my parents' story! If they didn't know each other like this, I wouldn't exist! Do you care that little?
- Emma, you don't understand, I...
- I never want to see you again! Go home. Ema interrupts him angrily.
- Fine! I only came here for you, but if you don't appreciate that, I'm going as far away from you as I can, so I can finally relax!
- You bet! That it's so hard for you to get out of your comfort zone that at any inconvenience you run away!
He left the park with the girl screaming behind him. Emma felt lonely and abandoned. She calls her sobbing mother and tells her everything that happened.
Mihnea nervously enters the hotel room and, gathering his luggage, accidentally scatters all the pictures that Ema had beautifully displayed on the bedside table. He remembers how dear she is to him, how important it is for her to discover the city thanks to which she came into the world, and how precious their relationship is. She realizes that his leaving Timisoara would have meant a parting, and this is the last thing she wants.
"To hell with the streetcars," he thinks as he hops in a cab to the Brewery. There he orders a packet of Emma's favorite food, two Timișoreana beers and a portion of papanași, the dessert her parents enjoyed on their first date. She found a place with beautiful nature on the banks of the Bega and laid out what would be a picnic. She calls Ema, but receives only the robotic voice of the voicemail, which feels like a punishment. She starts texting her, sending each sentence in chunks, hoping that the notifications will exasperate her and she'll read her messages.
Ema ends the call with her mother and walks in front of the Philharmonic, where there was to be a symphonic performance at 9 p.m., for which she had bought two tickets, to repay Mihnea for the surprise on the first day. The constant buzzing of her phone worked, interfering with her crying state, but reading annoyed at what appeared on the screen, she became grateful not to use the mute button.
*
Now the two of them were sitting on the banks of the Bega, eating the sweet-sour dessert together and making up. On a blanket borrowed from the hotel, they were quietly savoring the moment when a hydro-bike passed by.
- Do you want to join us? Ema asked.
- Normal!
- All right, but hurry up, we've got something to do later.
- Are you rushing me again? laughed Mihnea skeptically.
- I promise you'll love it.
The two were floating peacefully on the Bega river, the sunset shining in their eyes, finally satisfied with their visit to Timisoara, both happy that the city full of history, beauty and complicated stories, new and old, had strengthened their relationship.