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ICR Tel Aviv aniversează 15 ani de existență prin Festivalul Filmului Românesc din Israel

Festivalul Filmului Românesc în Israel, dedicat aniversării a 15 ani de la înfințarea ICR Tel Aviv, a debutat în seara zilei de 11 aprilie 2019, la Cinemateca din Tel Aviv. Filmul de deschidere, Moromeții 2, a fost proiectat „cu casa închisă”, beneficiind de

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Ministerul CulturiiMinisterul Afacerilor ExterneEUNICEUNIC RomâniaReprezentanța Comisiei Europene în RomâniaInstitutul de Investigare a Crimelor Comunismului şi Memoria Exilului Românesc (IICCMER)Centrul Cultural Palatele BrâncoveneștiOrchestra Română de TineretBiblioteca Națională

Scurtmetrajul românesc „Prima noapte” la Festivalul Internaţional de Film de la Veneția

Institutul Român de Cultură şi Cercetare Umanistică de la Veneţia sprijină participarea delegaţiei româneşti a filmului Prima noapte, scris și regizat de Andrei Tănase, care va concura pentru trofeul acordat celui mai bun scurtmetraj în secțiunea „Orizzonti

2010

INTERSECŢII. Înainte de sărbătorile de iarnă - OBSERVATOR CULTURAL Autor Michael FINKENTHAL Nr. 556-557, 23 decembrie 2010 Sînt în Haifa şi profit de ocazie pentru a da o fugă pînă la Ein Hod, satul pictorilor întemeiat după 1948 de Marcel Iancu, pentru a

On Mountain Paths

excerpt The next day at dawn, after brief consideration with Pisicutza, after I gave her all the necessary advice, told her how to walk and keep her balance among the steep cliffs of the mountain valleys, and, above all, after I was convinced that she understood me and

Tranquillity

Is every city like this? I’m standing on my balcony, looking down onto a busy car park where a space costs €8 per day. The car alarms are beeping, howling and wailing. It spreads like a virus down the street. Nobody seems to mind. Young men and women stand around in

Eastern Station

In those days they used to go to the Eastern Station, visiting some acquaintances: friends, as they might, after all, also have called them. Except that on this point, at least, Olga was right: they were not their friends; indeed, there was no way or time when they could

Bucharest, Images From A Backpack

No matter how much you tried to humanize it, to make a mental projection of it as seen through a magic lens which deforms the world and makes it look more beautiful than it actually is, no matter how much you looked for its weaknesses, you'll never find a new vision,

Blizzard In Bucharest

a fragment from The Blind, Chapter Two of Corpuri de iluminat/ Dark Bodies Through Sfântul Ştefan, beyond the old Height and over the tramline in Bărăţiei, a phanariot and decayed Bucharest drained under the snow; a balcony fallen onto its side reminds you that once,

The Man In My Dream

In short?In short, right now, as soon as you get home, pack up your things. . . Tomorrow morning, on my way to the station, I'll drop by for five minutes: I'm gonna drag you along! Fifteen days of quietness, of fresh air, after a whole summer in this inferno will

Remember

Ceci est un fait-divers atroce. Les Mémoires du Bal-Mabille There are dreams we seem to have lived sometime long ago, somewhere, as well as things we lived about which we ask whether they were not a dream. That's what I was thinking of yesterday evening when, rummaging

The Art Of War

excerpt1 Day was a-dawning sluggishly on Saints Eusignius, Nona and Fabius, a Saturday as it happened; like unto a blunt blade scraping at the gloom caked all over our bodies did the daybreak appear, and impotent, too. The bells tolled half-heartedly and a thin film of