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  • A song for you

    Dear friends,

    Thank you all for your wonderful support. There are only 6 days left until we can gather the last 15%. Please continue to share with your friends and family, now is the time for them to support us and book a copy of the future documentary film. All extra money will be used to ensure the future edition and therefore establish a sustainable festival, so let's try to surpass the 3000€.

    As a present for your engagement, here is a beautiful song and pictures from Ceuas village, recorded by Svejci Farkas in 2011. You will understand more of my own engagement :

    Until very soon, with good news,

    Alina Turco

  • A patriarchal musical transmission?

    That's changing.

    Meet Tincuta Mezei, the only person in Ceuas that knows the classical music scales. A great help for those of us who cannot play by the ear. She is also a very good dancer, and will be part of our festival team.

  • Interview in a Romanian online newspaper

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  • How do Roma learn music ?

    Hi everyone,

    Good news! It looks like we are going to make it. So prepare your music instruments.

    How do Roma learn music ? They play until it gets right ! No stops, no corrections, you just go on with it.

    Here's a video of Shanyika when he was a small boy, playing with his father, Sandor.

    If it sounds fake, it's because you're used to a different learning technique.

    Help us protect the difference ! And maybe you'll see Balint, the kid in the picture below, playing at our festival.

  • A story about a great singer from Ceuas

    Once when visiting Ceuas, a Hungarian folk dance group came very late (and very drunk) to Shanyika's house where I was staying. It ended up in a party where my Roma friends where playing music for the Hungarians. The two cultures danced together their specific and somewhat similar dances, and as bottles got more and more empty men confrunted each other in dance steps. Some of them were so into it, that I thought they'd have a heart attack at any moment. And their funny confruntations got everyone's energy really high.

    The kids where so excited they didn't want to go to bed. When I told Shanyika to send them to bed as they have school tomorrow, he immediately did so, but came back to me saying "They don't want to go".     

    Two Roma young boys wanted to come in and party with us, but they were very shy and said maybe the Hungarians won't accept them. I had to drag them in and dance with them so that they would feel comfortable. But they didn't. I gave them my beer every time they were thirsty as they didn't dare to take a bottle, even though Shanyika had brought his own beer. 

    Since I was a Romanian leaving in Paris, I should've had the most priviledged position. But a day before I had just gotten my wisdom tooth out, so with half of my face swollen, my authority was a bit scattered. I therefore stayed in the corner, with the Roma. And I actually felt at the right place.  

    Near the end of the evening, when everyone was too tired to go on, the woman in the video below sang a beautiful song about the pain of a child without a mother. Her kid was there and he started crying. Suddenly, all Roma started crying. The Hungarians were feeling a bit awkward, didn't know how to react. And that is when I saw the big difference between Roma and 'gadje'. And still, I cried.