Outspoken boning advocate Nicolae Ceau?escu
Always a saucy devil, Romania?s former Stalinist autocrat Nicolae Ceau?escu was a noisy advocate of boning. He figured that more Romanians meant more power and respect for the nation, so in 1966 he launched his anti-abortion and contraception campaign. He even forbade sex education and classified textbooks on the subject as state secrets. Anyone who?s read Freakonomics (or has a brain) will tell you that this is a shitty plan. Infant mortality soared, huge families lived in excruciating poverty, and thousands of unwanted kids were sent to orphanages.
Once Communism opted out of Eastern Europe a lot of these abandoned kids ended up on the streets. Today, 20,000 people are living outside of Romanian society, many of whom are the children or grandchildren of Ceau?escu?s forgotten kids.
In an abandoned building in central Bucharest with broken windows, 50 people have found temporary shelter from the threat of waking up with stitches on their belly and a missing organ, or covered in burning petrol. They call themselves ?boschetari,” a reappropriated slur that means basically the same thing as “nigga.” They may lose their shelter at any time but, for now this haunted house is their home.
Ignat and Georgiana
I recently spent a week at this gloomy squat. The first people I made friends with were Ignat and Georgiana, who moved in last winter. Before that they lived in a tent. Georgiana is only 19 and ran away from home when she was 12. She?s been with Ignat (who?s a decade older than her) for a year, and is carrying his fourth kid. Their room is close to the entrance and they share it with rats that squeaked while we watched an old TV Ignat borrowed from a friend. They steal their electricity from a pole near the squat and their TV reception from an unsuspecting neighbour?s antenna. Now they also own a gigantic collection of VICE magazines.
After a while the place started filling up with dingy dealers trying to sell everything from stolen cell phones to bed covers and condoms, and brassy hookers rubbing themselves against the men like cats in heat. Ignat told me: ?Listen, you?re not safe here. The guys might ask how much you charge for a blowjob, and I can?t tell them you?re a reporter because they don?t trust journalists.? We decided to leave and go to the park by the main railway station, which is Ignat and Georgiana?s favorite spot to hang out.
The park was packed with drunks sleeping on benches and empty-eyed junkies. According to Ignat, they?re the easiest people to rob: ?You don?t even need to hit these guys to grab their wallet.? Ignat was raised in an orphanage and has been convicted for being an accessory to theft before. He has three kids who were placed in an orphanage after their mother ran away to Spain. He opens his wallet to show me pictures of them, ?Cool guys, right??
Later, a singing, scar-faced, half-naked old man with a bottle of cheap liquor in his hand rushed at us. Ignat chased him away and told us the guy had recently finished a 20-year sentence for murdering two women, which is why Ignat didn?t want to see him around his girlfriend.
With no running water in the building, Ignat and the others wash themselves in the D?mbovi?a, Bucharest?s main river. They dive into the water from the top of a billboard. However, the police often chase them away and, if they?re unlucky, take them to the station and fine them for public disorder. They never pay, of course.
Georgiana never bathes in the D?mbovi?a. She has a small plastic tub in their room and owns a nail polish and makeup kit. They invited me over for dinner, which meant buying a bag of crisps and coffee from a machine at the corner shop. If they happen to have money they occasionally cook real food, but rarely in the summer, as they have no fridge. Drinking water is obtained by begging or stealing from various state institutions that leave their basement windows open.
Ignat introduced me to an old orphanage friend of his, Ovidiu, who takes care of nine children under 14, none of whom are his own. Their parents are addicts and Ovidiu?s a nice guy.
Every day he leads the kids to dumpsters to search for copper, aluminum, and paper. The guy at the scrap metal collection center will usually cheat them by paying for the copper but ?forgetting? to pay for the aluminum. Ovidiu can?t really do anything about it though, because he needs to be on good terms with the man. ?That?s how you get rich,? says Ovidiu. ?You cheat people who don?t have a choice.?
Paper is even worse. It?s so cheap you need to collect about 20 kilograms to get one Euro, which means long walks around central Bucharest collecting books, newspapers, and food cartons. Certain areas are permanently patrolled by cops so, to be discreet, instead of tipping the paper bins over, one of the kids climbs through the narrow opening to hand Ovidiu the books. While I was there Alex, a five-year-old, refused at first, but after patient explanations about how you have to take risks to get money for food, juice, and candy, he went for it. Soon, the hardback books were piled up on Ovidiu?s cart and the kid washed himself in a public fountain.
On our way back, Ovidiu shared his meager payment with some of his less fortunate peers, giving them a cigarette and one RON (about a quarter) each, which is enough for bread but not drugs. Like most of the Western world, Ovidiu has come to hate mephedrone, which is sold in Bucharest as a “bath salt” called Pure. A few years ago, he spent his summer working for a building site in the UK and managed to save up ?1,700, which he sent to the parents of the nine kids. Obviously, it was all spent on drugs. ?At least heroin didn?t destroy all of their reason and kindness?they had these nice dreams and everything was fine.
“Legal highs, however, seem to bring out their selfishness and cruelty, maybe because they?re so cheap and you don?t risk going to jail. I?m glad they?ll be banned. Hopefully everyone will get hooked on heroin again and there?ll be peace.?
Every day, after rummaging through garbage for a ridiculous profit of about five dollars, Ovidiu goes back to the squat to cook a vegetable soup to feed 11 people, takes a ?shower? in the D?mbovi?a and?if he manages to leave the kids at a neighbour?s?see a woman. There are plenty of them in the park by the station.
None of the people I met had a clue of what would happen tomorrow or where their next meal would come from. Even if they?re good-looking and witty, their chances of capitalizing on such qualities are scarce. But they do know how to have fun?they go swimming, style their hair with cheap sodas, and will find a reason to laugh even when their heads are shoved in a dumpster.