Shaving in Oltenia

The image hit, the campaign hit, or name it as you wish, doesn’t belong to any presidential candidate, but, as everyone expected, by the present President. Ion Iliescu shaved, hair-cut and dressed, pardon me, and massaged. This is a picture, a show that steps over all the so called confrontations by now and will probably do the same with the future ones. Ion Iliescu seating on the chair of a nameless barber’s shop during a hair-cutting, with the eyes almost closed, watching from time to time his presidential face, satisfied with the image but somehow worried by the consequences of the elections at the end of this November, this is the picture of the eternal, hair-cut and fascinating Romania.

Ion Iliescu having his hair done, self satisfied with the mandatory years at Cotroceni, about eleven, a little bit melancholic about the thought of never having the garden and the yard of Palace close, this is the image of Romania caught between the eternity of transition and its own eternity.

Ion Iliescu being massaged in the presence of reporters and cameramen, without even carrying whether it is live or not, without having any problem with the fact that the people might be watching him, this is the image of Romania who let herself embraced by history as this was her last chance.

Ion Iliescu walking away satisfied from the barber’s shop like an ordinary client on to the sidewalk of life, walking further positively, without carrying that the world is in a continuous and mad change, as long there is a purpose, an unknown one, this is the image of the Romania that, in its turn, like Ion Iliescu, keeps on walking as if nothing happened to it in these last years.

Ion Iliescu and Romania passing through the barber’s shop at the same time, this is the image…