A while ago, Ada Milea used to remind me of my student years in Transylvania, drinking lots of tea with cognac in the cafés in Cluj in winter and lots of Nescafé frapé in summer. It was an age of thinking critically about the past communist society in Romania, while practicing as a junior journalist all over the place, from Cluj to Bucharest, from print to radio to TV.
Seeing and hearing and most of all experiencing Ada Milea now, after almost 10 years after I had discovered her, my associations to her art are immense sense of humour, almost Will Ferrell-like, and an amazingly sharp feeling for contemporary happenings: she’s a visionary. Like, take Fuga in China (The Escape to China): reckon Ada might have guessed that thousands of Europeans will start moving to China, the future “New Land of Plenty”? Or like Penguin Apolodor’s journey – it kind of reminds of The Alchemist, haha.
Just speculating. Maybe she didn’t even think that way. However, I enjoyed her show together with Dorina Chiriac and Radu Banzaru here in Stockholm, organized by Rumänska kulturinstitutet. I loved it. And I loved the fact that many people in the audience, even though Swedes or whatever else but Romanians laughed their fucking asses off watching and listening to the three rascals. Ada Milea succeeded not only in translating her own art into English, she succeeded to translate the essence of Romanian society into any language.