The trip to
Zarnesti is always a pleasure – down the spectacular road on the narrow ridge
which separates Moiecu and Pestera villages on either side below (with the mountain ranges
behind them); through Bran and then left at the old village of Tohani with its
saxon houses; then the short run in open country with the side of the Piatra
Craiului range towering on the left. The trip this time was for dental purposes
– my partner’s not mine – and I was able to use the time to visit the amazing
16th century Gothic church in the centre (opposite the municipality) which has
stunning mural paintings – from 1515! I have to confess that I have neglected
this aspect of the country’s painting heritage and could immediately sense the
difference in colour tints – clearly coming from the Catholic west rather than
the Byzantine church whose painting style alienates me.
My daughter, at the
same time, was visiting the area further north and brought back beautiful shots
from the village museum in Sibiu.
So when, on
Monday, I came across a book on Gothic Mural Paintings of Transylvania by Dana
Jenei – as well as one on the Wooden Churches of Salaj (North-west of Cluj) by
Ana Barga, I had no hesitation in buying copies, both being in English.
Like most
achievers, I have known depression – fortunately only for a few years in the
last half of the 1980s. In my case the causes were external/contextual rather
than chemical/genetic – strong elements of manic depression – I worked myself
very hard. So I was able (slowly) to identify the root causes and even have a
stab at understanding the trigger events and therefore be in a better position
to deal with it when it next reared its head.
It didn’t help
that I was living in dark, damp Scotland! I would basically hibernate for the
winter months – during 3-4 years.
I tried therapy -
but was too good with words for that really to be much help - and fairly
quickly gave up lithium.
What I did was to make a fundamental change to my life
– I left my family, my job and my country! That was 24 years ago – and only in
2010 suffered again – for about 6 months when 2 projects were really
screwing me up – one in Beijing. Since the experience, I think I have a
different attitude to life – I have become more grateful for my blessings…
So it’s a
condition for which I have a lot of sympathy. And am always pleased when a
prominent person (like Stephen Fry) comes out strongly about his experience.
In my days (almost
30 years ago) there wasn’t all that much to read – although I do remember the
anguish of Philip Toynbee’s diaries
Solomon’s book is
a big one (more than 500 pages) which mixes harrowing tales of his own case
with those of others and extensive research (the bibliography and notes account
for the last 100 pages) But is a real page-turner (I’ve almost finished it in 2
days).
In the extent to which it peeled back lives, I was reminded of the way Theodore Zeldin dealt with individuals in his marvellous Intimate History of Humanity
The Black Dog is how (manic-depressive) Winston Churchill referred to his condition. Sadly that did not seem to help advance the need for its proper recognition let alone treatment.