The perspective of a hypothetical witness: Or on CW's Bucharest, by someone actually living there
2 kms from my house,
there is a tunnel. My parents use the highway in the area every time they come
to visit me.
These are often things
that come to mind when I think about the incident in Bucharest. Because, as I
told @queenyavengers, I live in Bucharest, and me or my family could have been one of the
people in the tunnel that collapsed. I know this scene wasn’t actually filmed
in Romania at all, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me, especially since
Sebastian Stan speaks Romanian in that scene.
That being said, today I
did a lot of thinking on the topic – especially after I wrote the first post.
It was difficult to reach a conclusion, because it’s such a complicated
situation – perhaps one of the most complicated instances in the movie.
After reviewing the
footage of the fighting today, it is my belief that the team sent to Bucharest was
going to kill Bucky. Was Steve right to run ahead half-cocked to intercept and
save Bucky? Yes and no. It’s an emotional response. He’s trying to save his
friend. Those men were only following orders, yes, but they were going to kill
an innocent man. Sharon says they have orders to shoot on sight. That’s not
If it would have been my
friend in that situation, I would have wanted to do the same. Steve did a lot
of stupid things in this movie, but I don’t blame him for trying to prevent
The problem isn’t
necessarily what Steve did in this scene. It’s what he failed to do. Honestly,
for the most part, in Bucharest, he attempts to contain the damage Bucky does,
but there are just too many people, and he’s torn between trying to protect his
friend and keeping the other people from dying. It’s an impossible situation –
one he shouldn’t have been in.
Because you know what? That
squad should have never been there. Just the fact that they were sent is
incredibly irresponsible. It’s like throwing placing children in front of a
bomb and hoping they manage to find a way to deactivate it. They’re more liable
to blow themselves up with the bomb than disarm it. They’re trained soldiers –
but they’re not qualified to handle someone like the Winter Soldier.
The details about the protests from Romania which might have been left out of the news: people bringing
their laptops out at the protest site during the day and working from
there, people giving flowers to policemen and other
law-enforcement agents who are tasked with maintaining order, kindergartens offering free baby-sitting for parents who want to
protest, people sharing food and hot drinks, taxi-drivers
giving people free rides to the protest site, people staying back
and cleaning the protest sites, protests being planned in Moldova
and Bulgaria in sign of solidarity, and people all over the world
expressing their support.
the government just made train rides free for students a few days ago. hundreds of students took that opportunity to get to bucharest to protest
pubs are offering free drinks, restaurants free food, hotels free accommodation, taxis free rides, kindergartens free babysitting
police officers and guards stay in the squares to protest after their shifts are over
people in bulgaria and moldova have also come out to protest in solidarity
it’s day 6 of protesting in the cold and humanity is truly beautiful. also, romanians are savage
It was late December and the previous night I came back from a ski trip with friends. Up in the mountains, no radio, no mobile phones, no nothing, this was communist Romania so we only found out in the train back that our world started to move. That Romanians had enough of that so called “communist dream” and started to fill up the streets, marching and demanding to overthrow that monument of corruption called the Romanian Communist Party, starting with its dreaded leader Ceausescu…
After a few hours of worried sleep I woke up in the late morning in the sound of chants coming form the main street. My mother was looking stunned out the window. “Look at them, they are coming from the Bargaie. They must have gathered at the factories there to march into town. They must be crazy, poor blokes… Securitatea are shooting at people on the streets you know? And the army… There are already victims everywhere, in Cluj, in Timisoara…” I looked out the window and felt like hardening every second “…and what are we doing now, mom?” “We? We… just wait here…” “But we cannot wait, mom! We cannot wait here… we must go and see what’s going on! Waiting here is, is, is just wrong!” said defiantly the teenager I was at the time. My mother started to weep “But, but your father? He’s out to get the daily bread ratio, he will be worried as hell seeing we’re missing?” “He will know where we are. Let’s go.” And off we went, scared but with no regrets, because we had to go. We met dad in the main square by sheer chance later, chanting with the others, and the rest is already known.
27 years later, the followers of that communist party had time to slowly morph into a proper mafia. They abandoned any illusion of ideology and thus, freed by the burden of maintaining principles, finally managed to attain full political control of the country. This week they started to modify the laws to fit their corrupt ways, to pardon their already jailed mafiosi, to make abuse and malpractice legal and to restrict whistleblowing. I’m thousands of kilometers away from that country now, but I know I must get out on the streets again - with the same deep hatred but more prowess. We are hundreds of thousands on the streets, again.