Palatinul de Brăila
The Palatine of Brăila

Summary/Abstract: I’ve always felt a pull toward the Danube, toward its stories, woven with golden thread by great storytellers and interpreted by its great scholars. Destiny almost had a surprise in store for me upon graduating from university, when I narrowly missed getting a post on the banks of the Danube. But I returned, always with the same joy—whether to Galați or to Brăila, where I’ve built a circle of friends I cherish and wouldn’t dare to lose. For a long time, thanks to the Antares magazine festival, I passed through Brăila like water off a duck’s back. Just a few stingy hours, during which I didn’t have the time—or the natural opportunity—to wander its fabulous streets, lined with buildings in which the past moans through façades decayed by time and laments, with tears of crumbling mortar trickling down the walls, its former glory.

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