"I was fourteen years old and I was born in this neighborhood. My maternal ancestors, for several generations, lived there, in a house perched on top of the Arsenal Hill, on Cazarmii Street, from where I dominated a good part of the Capital. I really liked this neighborhood! Besides the fact that I was closer to heaven than the rest of Bucharest, it was a quiet neighborhood, flooded with greenery, city and village at the same time.
City, because it had many tall and beautiful houses, worthy of any other neighborhood of the Capital, most works of anonymous architects, professionals or amateurs, but also more ugly and ragged, characteristic of slums in any city, built by looters, carts, visits, shoemakers, tailors, blacksmiths and bricklayers, those who formed, at the beginning of the century, most of the inhabitants of the neighborhood. The house of the logopath Stefan Nestor, on the street of the same name, is one of the oldest in Bucharest. The neighborhood had cobbled streets, sewers, electric light, three monasteries, ten churches, eight schools, a theater, a museum, factories and factories, craft workshops, lots of shops, a stadium, two swimming pools, two former barracks and a former arsenal. military, from which the name of the hill was derived. In other words, he had it all.
Village, because many houses had courtyards and gardens with fruit trees and vines, with dogs barking at you as you passed them, with hens crowing after laying an egg in the nest, and with roosters giving the exact time. "