The last day of the Symposium, and we stroll on this Saturday through the Astra Open Air museum, where strangely enough, lots of school childeren are visiting the old buildings. It is Saturday you know. In a church with a roof covered with wooden shingles, a wedding is going on. Outside a man is experimenting with a small drone. Is he prepairing to film the couple when tey come back out of the chapel?
I would have loved to visit the workplace of the saddler, but unfortunately the gates were closed. Only the chickens were running free, behind those gates. Again the sun is burning hot, even at this time of the day, and it is almost five thirty in the afternoon.
At seven we are invited to the farewell diner. Around seventy people will leave tomorrow, catching planes, to take them back to America, Sweden, or wherever in the world. Tomorrow, at nine, we will board a number nine bus, that will take us further north, in the direction of Hungry, where we will visit lots of mills and distillieries.
By the way during the week I joined the Tims council. Somebody had to take over the job of treasurer. I might as well give it a try, now that I have some free time on hand. After all, I spend my schooldays to become a graduated acountant in finance and banking businesses. It looks like a hell of a job, somebody is trying to tell me. Meetings once a year. Going to Portugal, Britain and Berlin, has already been decided.
Today I photographed the nicest pair of stocks I could come accross here in the Museum. Not exactly windmill related, but anyway, enjoy. There seems to be music coming out of the wood covered shingled chapel.
Let me tell ya, sitting here on a bench by the chapel, looking over the green pastures, looking down the road where a man and a horsewagon are passing.
Is Romania still the land that time forgot? Hell no, this is their Bokrijk, same as ours during the sixties and seventies. They will reach modern times as well. Let us hope, they do not make the same errors as we did. It is a good sign to see that solar panels are erected on large fields, so anyone can benefit of it, and not only the richer middleclass as in Flanders, where houses are turned into the most dreadfull looking buildings, covered with ugly panels on the roofs.
A photographer is running out of the chapel, putting up his gear which incidentilly looks quite professional.
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Not the ordinary weddingsnap-shot-man, but a real interesting Nikon man.
Time to go back to the building where we will have our farewelldinner. There is no soundsystem over there, so speeches will be short. People already could say goodbey after the latest papersession.
As the evening was cool and enjoyable we stayed talking until midnight before going to bed for one final night at the Sibiu Hilton, which by the way is a good hotel. I am starting to feel like a touring rockstar already.
And again tomorrow will be another day. The post-tour through the northern parts of Romania and Hungry will take off early, al eight-thirty. Goodnight and have a nice sleep.
