I guess every person living in Bucharest or passing through has fantasized at least once about blowing up the Palace of Parliament. It’s there in your face, big and annoying, frightening in the dusk surrounded by countless crows like clouds of ashes, or chalk white on torrid days like a slab marking a grave.
Today this miracle has happened. This hideous creature sitting on the heart of the city has been slain, destroyed, shattered to pieces, exorcised with song.
Listening to Leonard Cohen’s unmistakable voice and the wonderful violin punctuating the songs I felt the horrid walls tumbling down as a tower of song rose on their place.
Thank you, Leonard.