Hon Romanian state, collapsing under the weight of austerity, turned the pockets and shrugged in a gesture of helplessness: he has no money to bring home the fragments of life Emil Cioran. They were valued at 100,000 euros. Given their rarity and intrinsic value, this amount was not huge. There is so much money from the National bonanza that evaporate at the option of sinecures and pompous colloquial quirks that the inability to find this sum is, in reality, the smallness of a pure state.
The Ministry of Culture has pretended to know nothing. Apparently he knew. Anyway, his answer was purely bureaucratic: it was not informed of the sale, so it did not make the steps. For the Romanian Cultural Institute, it was even more simple, it is washed free hand: it did not hold the privilege, but to appease the conscience he incenses the illustrious dead a year, a cycle seminars.
"It shows us a treasure and we realize we have no chance to touch it," said Lucian Chisu, director of the National Museum of Romanian Literature (MNIR). Nobody could understand the anger contained in these bitter words that "the philosopher of despair." The museum learned of the sale, wanted to participate but could not because it depends on the mayor of the capital.
And Treasury management has turned its back on the messengers sent by the museum. For yellowed sheets of paper signed Cioran do not have enough charm ... Worse than forgetting, there is indifference. Worse than poverty, there is ignorance, ingratitude and institutional impotence. His first home was shabby with the solitary philosopher of the Latin Quarter.
Emil Cioran was a modest house in Rasinari Memorial, where he spent his childhood. Manuscripts for auction in a Paris hotel would have a place there, so supplementing the happy spirit of the place. But still paying today for what is right and natural? We are not a country blessed by a high density of geniuses per square meter.
In the minds of policymakers, the Romanians must be remarkable supported by the Romanian expatriates by their adoptive homelands, not by the country they carry in their souls. To mark the centenary of Cioran, we missed a great opportunity to show the world a certain nobility of Romania (nobility which inevitably means that sometimes the expenditure).
The ultimate blow is that he who bought the manuscript [a Romanian living in the United States, for 406,000 euros] donate it to the Romanian state. If only the honorable Romanian state could draw any lesson from this situation, if it is hypothetical. But I doubt that a slap is sufficient.
Maybe a right uppercut. ... 
The Ministry of Culture has pretended to know nothing. Apparently he knew. Anyway, his answer was purely bureaucratic: it was not informed of the sale, so it did not make the steps. For the Romanian Cultural Institute, it was even more simple, it is washed free hand: it did not hold the privilege, but to appease the conscience he incenses the illustrious dead a year, a cycle seminars.
"It shows us a treasure and we realize we have no chance to touch it," said Lucian Chisu, director of the National Museum of Romanian Literature (MNIR). Nobody could understand the anger contained in these bitter words that "the philosopher of despair." The museum learned of the sale, wanted to participate but could not because it depends on the mayor of the capital.
And Treasury management has turned its back on the messengers sent by the museum. For yellowed sheets of paper signed Cioran do not have enough charm ... Worse than forgetting, there is indifference. Worse than poverty, there is ignorance, ingratitude and institutional impotence. His first home was shabby with the solitary philosopher of the Latin Quarter.
Emil Cioran was a modest house in Rasinari Memorial, where he spent his childhood. Manuscripts for auction in a Paris hotel would have a place there, so supplementing the happy spirit of the place. But still paying today for what is right and natural? We are not a country blessed by a high density of geniuses per square meter.
In the minds of policymakers, the Romanians must be remarkable supported by the Romanian expatriates by their adoptive homelands, not by the country they carry in their souls. To mark the centenary of Cioran, we missed a great opportunity to show the world a certain nobility of Romania (nobility which inevitably means that sometimes the expenditure).
The ultimate blow is that he who bought the manuscript [a Romanian living in the United States, for 406,000 euros] donate it to the Romanian state. If only the honorable Romanian state could draw any lesson from this situation, if it is hypothetical. But I doubt that a slap is sufficient.
Maybe a right uppercut. ...
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