Martisoare, rad in soare argintii
Today is a special day for the Romanians around the world. Here you have the story about the Martisor (thank you Alina for making my life easier).
I remember being a few years old (8-9-10 or something like that) and going to school and exchanging martisoare with my colleagues. It was a very expected event. Two or three days before we went to buy martisoare, choosing the most funny and the most colourful, flowerish martisoare. Then the 1st of March we went to school and give/receive martisoare from all our friends/colleagues. After that we went to the room where we took the pics for the mother’s present (the typical postal with our photo, a poem and the red&white martisor). I remember my mother always cried when I gave that to her. Now I understand why…
I remember the last 1st of March that I spent in Bucharest. It was sooooo snowing and the marketplace was full of martisoare all over the place, it was all so colourful. Something like this:
It was the first time Bruno knew all this martisor stuff, when one day, all of a sudden he saw the marketplace full of these things. It’s quite nice to see that we don’t forget our traditions, we change them, a lot, but you will always find the red&white martisor, full of meaning for the romanians.
Does anyone know where I can buy a puñetero martisor here in Barcelona? The 1st of March does not feel like spring without a martisor. When we’ll go to Romania we’ll bring some of them from the little man inside me, or woman… We’ll see. Tonight we’ll see the little bug. UPDATE: It’s a feature, not a bug.
A happy 1st of March for all of you and a martisor from us:
Martisoare from:
Lorena
Alina
My parents made it their way. Thank you.
