Ecologie. The German Tourists From Valea Verde" We Will Do Everything Possible So That Rosia Montana Stays The Way It Is Now". In mid May, in Deva it is already summer. An explosion of flowers seems to be hurrying spring"s departure, overlapping, in a chaotic alternation, scents of elder tree flowers...

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The German Tourists From Valea Verde" We Will Do Everything Possible So That Rosia Montana Stays The Way It Is Now"

In mid May, in Deva it is already summer. An explosion of flowers seems to be hurrying spring"s departure, overlapping, in a chaotic alternation, scents of elder tree flowers, of acacia flowers and of many, many roses. There are so many roses, it"s almost unearthly. From here I leave for Apuseni, yearning to go back to a sacred space. And as I get nearer to my destination, I discover the naturalness of the season that"s not over yet. As if an unknown border separates it from the rest of the country, in the Apuseni area spring wants to stubbornly linger a little longer. This is a sign that even the simple change of seasons happens here slower, in a more settled manner, following the conduct of the people who live here.

First of all, it"s about the people

I"m going towards Valea Verde, the enchanted village about which I have already written, the village that lies on a hill top, somewhere, close to the sky. Last year, when I first got here, a beautiful autumn was just starting. I was accompanied by one of the "natives", Ioan Sicoe, the Motz who had succedded into transforming his parent"s house into the most wished-for destination for the German tourists from Nürnberg. Now it"s an explosive spring. The meadows are covered with daisies, pimpernels and bellflowers. It"s a heaven of colors and scents, in which the Germans have already settled in. They are back in the Apuseni, as they have done e