During the communist period in Romania, the Dacia 1300, a copy of the Renault 12 made in Romania, was more or less the only car you could buy. Thus, until 1989, over 90% of the cars on Romania’s roads were Dacias.
My parents of course had a Dacia too and when it was sold, a Dacia followed again, the only new thing was the color, sometimes white, sometimes dark green, then butter yellow and so on. Although I always felt sick in the back seat as a child, I liked driving the Dacia very much. I have seen and experienced almost all of Romania with the Dacia, my parents were very enthusiastic about traveling.
On the one hand, with the series Dacia & Chauffeur I try to revive the memories of a childhood utopian time, where at least about the car everybody was the same. The car didn’t matter, what mattered was where you drove it, which friends you visited or the places you saw with it.
Twenty years after the fall of communism, this vehicle is still present on Romania’s roads. But it is no longer a sign of equality but of inequality, it is the car of the poor who do not have several thousand euros to afford a newer one. It is important for me to show the drivers in this series because with this I want to show my respect and sympathy for these people.
During the communist period in Romania, the Dacia 1300, a copy of the Renault 12 made in Romania, was more or less the only car you could buy. Thus, until 1989, over 90% of the cars on Romania’s roads were Dacias.
My parents of course had a Dacia too and when it was sold, a Dacia followed again, the only new thing was the color, sometimes white, sometimes dark green, then butter yellow and so on. Although I always felt sick in the back seat as a child, I liked driving the Dacia very much. I have seen and experienced almost all of Romania with the Dacia, my parents were very enthusiastic about traveling.
On the one hand, with the series Dacia & Chauffeur I try to revive the memories of a childhood utopian time, where at least about the car everybody was the same. The car didn’t matter, what mattered was where you drove it, which friends you visited or the places you saw with it.
Twenty years after the fall of communism, this vehicle is still present on Romania’s roads. But it is no longer a sign of equality but of inequality, it is the car of the poor who do not have several thousand euros to afford a newer one. It is important for me to show the drivers in this series because with this I want to show my respect and sympathy for these people.
