6 June 2015 | roxanicabucur
an emotional story
It was the 26th of May 2015. I was visiting New York city. I was at the Museum of Modern Art. My eyes catch a title on the news leaflet: "MoMA Presents: Tudor Cristian Jurgiu's The Japanese Dog". I was extremely trilled. A Romanian movie on the big screens of the New York MoMa. Fantastic. I was so proud. I went to see it. The first image projected on the screen crashed my smile for a second. I was thinking..oh..how much we like to display our poverty...But the movie was not about that. It was about emotions, about humanity, their torments, and their struggles. It was about family, about devotion and love. I was transposed from the busy streets of New York to the rural areas of Romania. For an hour or so I was not in the NY anymore. I was in my grandma's yard (I am Romanian), hearing the sounds of nature in the background, witnessing the drama of the people left behind, of the ones getting old, of the ones far from their dear ones. At the end of the movie, all the people in the cinema hall clapped their hands. I have never witnessed people applauding at the cinema. It was not the premiere. I think they also shared my view: the movie is good. I was smiling when I left the room.