It’s so septic, bright, clear in Piața Sudului (formerly BIG Berceni). Peasants are merchants, of course they pay taxes. Vegetables, greens, fruits are hyperclean, they don’t touch the ground. He can’t eat cabbage like he used to, his eyes and feet don’t stick to anything. It smells like detergent, God forbid, nothing is sticky. But, yes, you fill your bag. It’s wonderful, splendid. But, look, how, here, in Piata Sudului, Spring commits suicide.
Mayor Băluță, sector 4, admiring the Southern SupermarketPhoto: AGERPRES
South Market. A few years ago, Piața Sudului reopened, in sector 4, “after it was rebuilt and expanded, with reconfigured commercial spaces”.
Progresului Square had been similarly “reconfigured”, some time before. That is, supermarketized, attentive to the safety of the citizen. The years passed, the bercenari and the progressives got into the rhythm, life took its course. It no longer smells like sweat and dust, it smells like a supermarket. Restoring the markets killed their nature. I like the devalmășia in Râmnicu Sărat Square, the stench and the Oboru black market. In Piata Sudului si Progresului, it’s been an unknown number of years when everything is beautiful, so wonderful, that Spring with its parade of greens and flowers can commit suicide. It is a supermarketization that has killed countless growers from Berceni communes, from Vidra and beyond. They are now merchants of the superb merchandise, but in exact numbers.
You get a thrill when you see the well-made light of the new one’s coat.
Let me be clear: Berceni Market has everything, I packed my bags.
But, it’s definitely like going to a supermarket. What am I missing? Exactly what it was, and clearly, the current South Market still didn’t appeal. For example, Spring Madness. Lots of flowers, onions, lettuce, garlic, radishes. Yes, the people with their hands full of dirt who were hanging around the Square to sell what little they had.
South Market lacks what it had and what made it famous: madness.
The jokes of people calling out their wares, the stench of sauerkraut, the spoiled cucumber from moving your nose. The little speculum, the little pinch, the scandals. In the Square, Spring does not mean only raw greens, as it is now in the Square. In the Market, as in the house, the winter goods remain on the stall. You can go back to a pickle with beans, you can go to a chopped walnut. In the Spring market, you are overwhelmed. You’re screwed. That one lost the start and is still selling in the winter, from here it’s trufanda. Now it’s wonderful in the south. In Piața Sudului there is only one season with beautiful and clean people, at stalls all arranged and always lined up.
It’s a long eternity, like in a cemetery, sorry Supermarket.
It’s not hustle and bustle, it’s order and discipline. As I said, Spring can commit suicide, being well calmed, among its bargained, sorted products. Among the perfect and artificial light. Surrounded, of course, by the products and music from the world-renowned fast-food joint next to Piață. It’s not nostalgic, don’t believe it. But knowing what Piața Sudului was (and I must add Piața Progresul) the supermarket air strikes me in the brain. Everything is wonderful in the Square, but I know the fascination of diversity, entering into the rhythm of Nature, of Spring. Piața Berceni is a supermarket and let’s hope it is not preparing to become an Artificial Intelligence HUB.
where is the carnival where’s the ball Where is the excess? Where is good and evil? Where are the Otter stories? It’s great in South Market right now. And the merchants and the goods and the Spring are well lit by low-consumption, ecological neon lights.
I bought in peace, complete peace, a safe commodity: 10 bunches of onion, 7 of garlic, 9 of dill, 5 of parsley. Lettuce, 3. New cabbage, 1. Prices are in line with other markets. Taxes are paid. so what do i want with this article? I don’t know well either. I don’t miss anything. Piata Sudului doesn’t tell me any stories today. Time may pass and it will be like in Obor today. Lively, aromatic..Yes, not a supermarket. This article has the flaw of knowing two worlds. Of the market of yesteryear, of today’s supermarket. There are intermediate rhythms. Piața Sudului hasn’t found those yet.
