For about ten years, Bolintinul Vale has been under the threat of cocaine shelling. The gypsies appeared in 2013, fleeing from Răcari-Dâmbovița, after they had scratched one’s head with an ax. The legend of the city says how the cocalarii arrived in Bolintin after an agreement with the former mayor: the mayor makes them enter the outskirts of the settlement, they vote in the local elections. From the time of dismounting, they started with the hens in the slum, and, over time, they evolved to the collection of protection fees. In vain did the current mayor write to “Interne” to complain that the people in the city are left without fences, chickens or cars. The answer was dry: it’s a pandemic.
After the murder that brought the uprising in Bolintin Vale, the city remained nailed in bad thoughts and fear for days. With the murmur of house fires and the noise of the camera, the inhabitants decided that they supported too much the part of the ethnic group that seemed to take ownership of the city located less than 40 kilometers from the Capital. “I don’t know what a hen looks like except in pictures,” says a local. And he doesn’t live near Sabar Street – the place where Răcari cocalarii settled. The center of the small town is caught in the frost and steam of the pub. On the one hand, a photo of the man killed by the cocalari was placed near the town hall. In front of the painting with mourning tape is a carpet of candles. Like patrols, cars with the same photo on the windshield spin their wheels. A sweeper looks at them supported by the pickaxe. He pulls his snout over his handkerchief and spits long. “Damn, you bastards killed these gypsies. They put people in trouble, they made trouble. Enter the houses, take your horse ‘”, the man starts to pour. His eyes are yellow with cirrhosis and he snorts that he is from a family of scoundrels. That is, on the part of the good ethnic group, if it had not fought with the Romanians. His gaze is fixed on his clothes and around him: “Are you registering me? Don’t do this because it’s not good! ” And he looked once more to see if anyone had caught on. He leaves quickly, with the dumpster dragged by the empty sound over the silence of the City Hall. There’s nobody there. Only one official says she doesn’t know what happened. Next to the statue of the unknown soldier, corner with the snowman as Santa Claus, a local woman explodes: “Look, here he came across a car over my son. He took the wheels on the crosswalk. And the police? Nothing. And look up… one, two, three cameras. I don’t think anyone caught the moment. And, yes, there is evidence. I’m tired of being beaten by the police. I said, after all, that I have to say thank God that my daughter is fine, that she didn’t die, and that’s it. ” The woman would tell more stories but she is afraid. He only says that he works at the Post Office and his colleague who is located in the Coca-Cola neighborhood had an “order”: when the allowance came, he had to go to the gypsy shop for the first time. Otherwise, it would confuse her. “She is OK. They like to be served first “, the lady says and leaves in a hurry. He began to say: “You know, before long, there was a field. Then they were brought. How did they stay there, how did they manage to get their home address? ”
“Let’s set them on fire!”
Răcari Street, called Gypsies and Brânul Lânii, is a long piece of paper that cuts the outskirts of Bolintin like a kind of semicircle. The entrance is made through large pits, rocking the dump trucks like a storm. Heavy traffic sign. It’s normal, the “utility” fleet of gypsies breaks any road when they are loaded with scrap metal. The first row of houses belongs to the family of spoilers. They are “old men”, living for a lifetime with the Bolintinians. Once upon a time, they were migrants. They loaded everything they had in carts and went from village to village to mow the cauldrons. And other. They used to boil boilers and saucepans. Then it didn’t work out. ” In front of the unpainted two-story house, two old gypsies watch the masked gendarmes take turns. “It simply came to our notice then. Red-blue-red-blue. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. The other stuffed his hat over his eyes and continued: We gather all the shards from Bucharest and its surroundings. I was walking with carts full of bottles. And I was making money. But now we had our place. Here”. Over time, the nation has grown, and so has business. After the Revolution, the gypsies grabbed their driver’s licenses and began collecting scrap metal. They were beating Romania for car casings and cast iron caps. “And all of a sudden, we came across these gypsies. Cocalari. That is, those who used to live on garbage on the edge of the pits. Coming from Răcari, they started making figures. They stole, they beat, they broke into our houses. Well, look! I have ducks, I have chickens. At night I put them under the padlock. Just me ?! ”
Obidit, the spoiler spits the damage and nails another special date of the Police with the beacon lit at a shot from his yard. From afar, one comes screaming in the Roman style: “Let’s set them on fire, let my mother die!”. The storytellers are almost paralyzed by the stories. Then one retreats across the road, the other goes to see his bird. The “protester” is left alone, smelling strongly of brandy and garlic. “What did I say, mo?” What, we didn’t want to set them on fire again? ” Two years ago, enraged by the tramplers’ trampling, the Bolintin spoilers gathered in their hair and walked over the huts of those who came from Răcari. They wanted to burn them and shoot them all with a knife. Nobody wants to say how the conflict ended then. The law of silence is obeyed by both nations – spoters and cocalari.
The agreement that brought “răcreni“Bolintin
“I didn’t have a fence when I woke up.” The woman, a Romanian living in the middle of the gypsy life, remembers that when the people from Dâmbovița appeared, the troubles started. The legend with the help given by the former mayor to the wandering cocalas is confirmed by the woman: No water, no sewerage, in the field, between cardboard and a roof. There were two or three families. Then they came and multiplied. It was agreed that many would come to vote for the former in the election. The lands were chosen with schepsis. They belonged to old people without relatives. ” Under the woman’s eyes, the cocoons began to thrive. “It simply came to our notice then. Do you see this street? They were charging her. The car passing by was stopped at the end and made to pay. Whoever did not give was stoned. If he stopped, he would get out of the car and be beaten “, says the local woman. Now that the nation is on the run, the woman has the courage to tell. From the street they went to the shops in the center, to put protection fees. And people gave money because “you know, the police ……. you went to them, they nodded, that was all.” From the tone of the one that tells what life was like, there is a kind of redemption, now that the people of the “răcarenilor” are on the run. She smiles, she’s happy she can tell without fear how she lived a few days ago. Then he saddened, “It took a man to die.” And she gets angry when she remembers: “In order for them to walk twenty meters to the road, my husband had to take me by car. If not, their dogs will tear you to pieces, they will beat you. “
Regulă: lower your head
The hut area rose a little after 2010 directly on the plow. Since then, nothing has developed. The road was littered with manure and garbage. Scraps of rags mark the route to the coca bushes. On the side of the road, among the twigs, stands a police van. The masked men inside are curious to filter everything that passes. It’s deserted, it smells like smoke. The silence is broken only by the croaking of crows, gathered in a large flock on the stubble in front of the huts. An old man pulls his bike slowly, with lehamites. He learned to live here with the Coca-Cola family: “I put my head down!” The man throws himself into the story, looking up, as if watching a movie: “Bolintin was known even in Ceausescu’s time. Working people, we worked in construction. We were sent to Iraq, Syria. He knew our land. And then there were gypsies around here. Spoilers, they did their job. Then came the Revolution, they evolved. But I had nothing to do with them. Just up the hill (pointing to Bolintin Hill) there was a riot, and people tore down the walls of the gypsies after a murder. Here, you still got along with them. Until the arrival of those brought by the former mayor to get votes in the elections. Even the gypsies said that. Those who came from Răcari were different. Naughty, thieves, bad. Tell them why they throw dirt in the wagon? They were sniffing you. So I got used to it. I put my head down. “
The church where the vigil of the young man killed by the cocalari takes place is right in the gypsy, on Sabarului Street. People close to him speak ill of the cocalari and swear at the police. I also know how the murder ended. He had run away with a piranha with one – which is hard to accept in the ethnic group. And, accustomed to the javelin on the highway, the aggressors wanted to completely jump the car driven by Nicolae, to cut the one he had stolen from the gypsy. The young man objected and was executed. In the usual way of cocalari.
“Well, sir, why do you think they were kicked out of Răcari?” They cracked someone’s head with an ax. Then they wanted to go to Ploiești. They kicked him out of there too. And so, from city to city until they found us. Wherever they went, with the knife, the ax and the stone, they caused a scandal “, says a bulibaşa people, with a mixed shop at the end of the slum. Around him, the spoilers gather the chisel. Some say they went out to protest in the city, but they smile foxy. Another is more serious. He can talk but only with all the recording equipment in sight, closed. Then he discovers how the Cocalars managed to enter the Boilintin spoilers: in order to enter such a closed community, you must either be a nation or conquer. The people from Răcari did both. For the first time, there were a lot of spoilers, with the intention of respecting the rules of ethnicity. Then, instead of firing on scrap metal, the “Răcăreni” took the old gypsies in the city in turn and crushed them in a fight: “Hundreds were coming. They were sitting there in huts. They beat one, they ran away. Until the world and the police forget. Then they returned. And they entered the house again. ” When they began to attack, the Bolintin spoilers began to growl. They wanted to force them out of the city, they were afraid of the police. Now that the trouble has happened with the murdered Romanian, the spoilers believe that their former neighbors are also on the run in the hope that the world will forget.
Hundreds of hits, “Internal”– In a pandemic
Daniel Trăistaru, the current mayor of Bolintin Vale, says that until the moment of the crime he made five addresses to the Giurgiu Prefecture and to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In all, the mayor demanded the addition of gendarmes to ensure public order. In 2020, Bolintin Vale City Hall conveyed to Minister Vela that in the locality there are “events that are based on systematic dissatisfaction of citizens regarding acts of violation of the law by part of the Roma community. There are daily thefts from households and cultivated land of citizens, threats, physical assaults (…) Daily commissions and crimes and dissatisfaction of the majority of the population have generated the accumulation of social pressure on the city police and led to the release of negative energies. In order to avoid reprehensible and unmanageable acts among the members of the community (…) please give us direct support by increasing the strength of law enforcement ”. “I asked for an increase in the number of gendarmes. It was impossible. They came, there were hundreds gathered, they entered houses everywhere. They had cars registered in Bulgaria, they hit, they disappeared “, explains the mayor Trăistaru. The answer of the Interior came promptly, and tickled, one day in May: the requests of the mayor’s office are known. In addition, “similar interventions are analyzed in the process of institutional modernization and streamlining of the ministry’s activity, timed activity during the establishment of the state of emergency / alert in Romania in order to reduce the spread of the new SARS-COV-2 coronavirus infection and the effects of COVID -19 ”. That was all.
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