Jurnal de voluntar – episodul 1 – lipirea de afise pentru ‘Sofisticat’Diary of a volunteer – episode 1 – gluing advertisement for ‘Sofisticat’

E dimineata si incerc sa ma gandesc la toate drumurile pe care le am de facut, ca nu cumva sa uit ceva. Imi e clar ca ajung inapoi acasa la noapte.
Iau un brat sanatos de afise si ma pornesc la actiunea ‘Marea lipiceala’. Caut locurile mai vizibile si care sa nu imi aduca probleme (nu vreau sa ma cert cu vanzatori/patroni de magazinase sau sa le stric altora afacerile). Lumea devine curioasa cand ma vede ca lipesc un afis colorat, mai intram in vorba si treaba merge brici.

It is morning and I’m trying to figure out all the places I have to go without forgetting something. It is clear to me that I will be at home at night.

I take a generous pile of posters and start ‘the big sticking action’. I search for the most visible spots for my posters and the ones that won’t cause me problems (I don’t want to argue with salesmen/shop owners or to spoil others businesses). People are getting curious when they see me sticking a colored poster, we get into chats and the work goes smoothly.

Stalpii sunt primii imbracati si parca arata mai bine asa. Traseul de informare incepe de pe la Gara de Nord si continua pe strada Dinicu Golescu pana la Gara Basarab, apoi mergem pe sub pasajul Basarab pe Soseaua Orhideelor. 
Deja se termina prima rola de scotch (si nu ma refer la cel lichid). E posibil sa fi fost eu cam constiincioasa cu lipitul, dar daca tot lipeam macar sa nu se rupa la prima rafala de vant.
Numai bine ajung in zona magazinelor si imi achizitionez o noua rola si pornim pe Plevnei. Lipitul merge fara inchidente majore, doar un indivit este nemultumit de activitatea mea si nu ii vine sa creada ca nu ma plateste nimeni pentru ea. Nemultumirea lui ajunge sa se manifeste in ruperea afisului tocmai lipit si cine stie cate altele pe drum. 
Tare as vrea sa inteleg de ce actiunile noastre trebuie sa fie mereu rasplatite financiar si de ce esti privit ca un nebun cand iti dedici timpul unei cauze, unde singurele beneficii sunt sufletesti.
Ne continuam activitatea si de pe Plevnei cotim pe Mircea Vulcanescu unde avem de vazut un caz special primit pe e-mail. 
Dupa un timp lipirea afiselor devine mai simpla, mai rapida si iti dai seama pe ce stalpi se lipeste mai usor si ce tehnica sa pui in practica.
Ajungem pe Stirbei Voda unde afisele ajung parca instant pe stalpi. Mai trag cu ochiul sa vad daca lumea se uita la ele, si se pare ca din curiozitate citesc sa vada despre ce e vorba. La Sala Palatului se termina iarasi scotchul.
Ultimele afise au ajuns si la Budapesta, pentru bucurestenii care vor veni in zona la o mica-mare shaworma. 
Activitatea a tinut cam 3 ore si sper ca lumea care le-a vazut va veni si la eveniment.

A2a zi vad deja ca unele afise au disparut.. nici 24 de ore nu au rezistat. Tocmai pentru a nu aparea incidente afisele au fost lipite doar peste afise care prezentau un eveniment trecut. Si totusi se pare ca e mult mai usor sa strici decat sa construiesti.
Toti avem nemultumiri in legatura cu Romania in care traim, dar cum putem sa ne plangem si sa nu facem nimic? Si totusi e mai bine sa nu facem nimic decat sa stricam ce altii au construit. E frustrant..

Voi ati mai vazut afisele pe traseul mentionat? Imi tin degetele incrutisate si sper.

The pillars are the first to be ‘dressed’ with my posters and it seems they look better like this. My informing journey begins at the North Railway Station and continues on theDinicu Golescu Streetuntil at the Basarab Railway Station and afterwards underneath Basarab passage on theOrhideelor Street.

The first role of scotch ends (and I am not referring at the liquid one). It is possible that I put a lot of it but at least my posters will last at the first windy day.

I get around the stores area and I buy some more scotch and start on thePlevnei Street. The sticking goes great without any major incidents, except a man unhappy of my activity and couldn’t possible believe that no one is paying me for this. His discontent manifests with ripping of my newly glued poster and who knows how many other on the road.

I would really like to understand why our actions need to be always financially rewarded and why you are seen like a madman when you spend your free time for a cause, when the only benefit refers to the emotional one.

I continue my activity and I turn onMircea Vulcanescu Streetwhere I have a special case to see received through e-mail.

After a while sticking posters seems really easy, quicker and you realize on what type of pillars you can stick easier and what technique to apply. I arrive onStirbei Voda Streetwhere it seems to me that the posters get instantly on the pillars. I sneak out a bit to see if people are looking at them and it seems they are curious and approaches them to read what’s all about. At the Sala Palatului (Palace Hall) my scotch again finishes.

My last posters get at Budapesta area for the ones who come around for a small/big shaworma.

It all lasted for 3 hours and I hope people saw them and will come at the event.

In the second day I see the some of the posters are gone… not even for 24 hours they didn’t resist, even if my posters were glued on other posters that were announcing past events. It seems it is easier to brake than to build.

We all are dissatisfied aboutRomania, the country we live in, but how could we possibly weep and do nothing about it? And still it is better to do nothing than spoil what others built. It is frustrating…

Did you see my posters on the mentioned way? I keep my fingers crossed for luck!