Since this is a (vague) childhood memory of mine, it should properly be titled Living With Ceausescu, but I pandered for name recognition. In any case, if I had been born 500 kilometers that a way, and a few years earlier, it would apply just as well.
This creation is dedicated to my mom, as part of her 75th birthday present. Widowed, with 2 children in tow, she braved offending the communist party to get us out. Her reward for the next several years was to be thrust, stateless, into a world of foreign languages, with an unrecognized medical diploma.
She has also been a most perceptive and shrewd critic of my MOCs, no doubt aided by eyes made keen in the course of her second career in art (though radiology may have contributed too).
Funny thing is, one of the first sights I remember in the U.S., flying into JFK airport over Queens, New York, was a nearly identical block housing development, sans roasting pig (but possibly with a trash can or tires on fire). That, coupled with what, I suspect, was the first movie I ever saw, anywhere, in any language, Apocalypse Now, at the age of 10 or 11, gave me a firm footing for interpreting the American Dream. (I don't know if we sat through the umpteen hours of the movie, and fortunately we probably did not yet understand enough English. Mama: I know you had no idea what you were getting into with our first theater outing, and I think it's funny in retrospect. At least my shrink thought so. ;^} )
The pig is taken from here. Thanks for the pointers W. Mark (and you were right, it's just as good in tan).
As with Strelnikov I am using "forced perspective" as a pun on political propaganda.
Disclaimer for those who care: this contains many modified parts. This is the only time I have ever modified parts. As a gift, these parts will not be reused and forced perspective is challenging enough in Lego already. There were also other constraints, such as the size of the base (the baseplates are also trimmed). If it makes you feel any better, I wrung my hands for a week before pulling out the knife. (It was actually only 2 minutes, but in your imagination I want you to picture me pacing up and down a hallway for a week, looking worried. I would give an unconditional promise to never do this again, but it depends on how good Phipson's spanking is.)
Hey Man, You Added A MOC, Nice To See You Active Again. I Really Enjoy The MOC But The Background Story Is What Truly Adds The Impact Of This Page. Something I Forget While On MOC Pages Is I Talk To So Many Users But Most I Have Such Little Knowledge About Who They Are. So, This MOC Gave Me Some Insight On Where You Came From And Who You Are, Thank You For That. And I Hope Your Mother Had A Nice Birthday And Enjoyed Her Gift.
Quoting Hans Dendauw NPD
Thanks Hans, and all. Yeah, my wife was taken to see Alien by her dad at the age of 8 or so. She had to sit there for most of the movie with her eyes covered, because after buying the tickets, he refused to take her home early.
Trying to catch up on comments and what do I see? A Tom Simon post! Naturally, I had to come here first. The MOC stands alone as art, but the personal story makes it even more so. Apocalypse Now being the first movie you saw gave me a great chuckle, especially with the language barrier. I can only imagine the impact that might have on a boy of that age. I remember my Dad taking me to such family films as 'Excalibur' and 'Quest for Fire' at that age, but I knew the language and HE should have known better! LMAO I bet a shrink would have a field day with that one!~H
A fitting tribute to a heroic woman. It's not the easy thing to do to flee such a regime. Now that Romania is nearly in the EU, we can only hope that Ceaucescu's like will never be seen again. I'm glad to see you back to building, even if you are butchering pieces ;-)
Long time no talk Tom! Glad to see you are still building. Now, the story was excellent, and the forced perspective is great! Excellent job all around! In future, when someone sees their first American film, choose a Clint Eastwood western or Dirty Harry. Sheesh!