Prof. dr. ing. Yankal “Alex” of Moraria – a Portrait

In loving memory

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By Horatiu “The Living Liar” Griffen


You came into this world screaming, my Yankal.

That primal yell continued to echo throughout your days. Always seeking.

Even the clouded skies are silent now, on your passing. They do not mourn, no! In reverence they welcome you into their domain.


Romania is ever young, ever old. You saw great conflicts ebb and flow around you. The greatest struggle was always within, always internal.

You are gone now (moved on, that is, beyond our senses), but your grand contribution in the Krimean tradition will sing through any age that may come.

Yes, even if our valley should fall again into illogical darkness, your firm axioms will shine through: Beacons of greater knowledge, beacons of ancient tradition. Beacons of eternal Krim!


You left this world in silence, my Alexandru.

Go on, now. To Elysium, to Valhalla, to the Vale Migdale. All arms, for you, are open.

Majahi na-majahi. Majahi ha-mare, Majahi Livare!

Wolfshund, Vogel and Hâd – A Merry Crew

I even have a nephew named Jürgen Wolfshund. It just makes sense.

– Wolfshund the Elder

David Vogel had friends and enemies alike. Dearest to him was Atómový Hâd, the immigrant pervert. They enjoyed themselves greatly, always at the expense of others.

There is perhaps no need for this introductory information. To conclude: Vogel and his band were a merry crew, connected by common goals. So how did this dire wolf of the eastern provinces come to join them? And how could it end so badly? Yes, there is a Wolfshund in our midst.

“Let us drink and be merry”, sang Vogel and Wolfshund. Hâd was occupied with thoughts disturbed. Little did they know that they together sang the song to end the Earths. This is the fate of any crew, be they ever so joyful, who beckon greater spirits from their hiding, who tempt with jealous tongues…

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Krim Queries

[…] of Krim there are many queries; selected, described and asked! Some distinct, others counted […] Yet only one could construct the Krim!

Niels Frederique Manné, 1909

Hidden queries of Krim, the Jacobian Matrix and the Krimean Algorithm are searched for by many knowledgeable men. However, a true Krim-query will seldom reveal it self, much less it’s result. There is perhaps truth in Krimean Wittgenstein’s distinction between that which can be said, and that which can only be shown. Moreover, once a result set is found, the details are often challenging or insulting. Society might not accept or even reject it.

Only the wisest and bravest are able and willing to hunt for such crucial material.

Defining a Krim-query? That is a task for the wisest of men, not me. Go away! I must tend to my triple store of almonds.

Jean DeWire, 1917

Helwig! Helwig! Rescue me!

Helwig! Helwig! Rette mich! Lassen Sie mich Ihr Haus zu betreten. Lassen Sie mich im Haus Helwig leben.

So is the yell, the prayer, of the many desperate souls in the dark streets (Strassen & Gasse) of Wien.

Being the Capital of the Empire, home of the Hapsburg Lords, many searching souls found life in the Great city. Yet lives were empty, the souls merely being alive, not living.

In daily life one had to deal with strict control-point, to keep the populace on correct curves.  In desperation the seeking souls searched for refuge.  Some found temporary rescue in the wines and spirits, but many of them fell to the un-logic (which has an ever presence in the centers of our dying continent).

However, the Lucky ones found a House were the un-logic never entered. In the arms of Helwig they found eternal comfort.

Written by Paolo and Ivan on behalf of TMHS (Neumarkt am Mieresch historische Gesellschaft)

Signs apocalyptic: They fell from the sky by the thousands and horrified the world!

Creatures are falling from the skies. They are falling on our spirits, Eating our souls, Undermining our foundations. These are truly signs apocalyptic!

– Jean De Wire, on his deathbed, 1943

Signs-Apocalyptic

During the great war of the forties, Jean DeWire descended into a cloud of sorrow and madness. He felt Herman had betrayed him, and the longing for his eternal and wisest friend Manné was stronger than ever.

The valley burns yet again, but my suffering is soon at an end. Will the hordes of Jerna again appear? I pity those who must deal with Her maliciousness, always in fear.

The last words of the post-Hegelian philosopher Jean DeWire. Let us pray they are not words of prophecy; we beg for shelter from the coming darkness.

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The valley burns, but Mures ever flows

Targu Mures: European Capital of Europe 2021

Capital of Culture

The Targu Mures Historical Society is proud to present our official partnership in the Targu Mures 2021 bid for Cultural Capital of Europe. The eyes of the world will again turn to the great research and progress of our Valley.

Keep updated on the process on tirgumures2021.ro and #mures2021 in social media.

Krimean wisdom will guide this journey, as it guides all journeys.

Vanessa the Cow

Vanessa, oh my Vanessa.
Sweet milk from thine bosom.
Thine eyes.
Thine honor.
Let me milk you, Vanessa.

passage from traditional Transylvanian song, translated by Adrŷan Nerich

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cow grassing in countryside

In the happy years following the banishment of the Nerich clan, the Mures folk had much to celebrate. One could hear song and music in the hills and the towns. Banners in red and gold clad every home, honoring old Roşu. For the first time in centuries, townsfolk could tell tales and sing songs of Vanessa the cow.

Along with drinks made from pears and everything Almond, tales and songs of Vanessa were banished by Peer and Gregorius. Misuse was harshly punished. But in the hills and towns, the Mures folk remembered. The legend of Vanessa lived on. And even to this day, songs of Vanessa is central to many feasts in the Mures Valley, and all of Romania.

Adrŷan Nerich – Historian –  Targu Mures Historical Society

The Almond spirit – fresh from the triple store

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The everyday use of Almonds was, and still is, important in Transylvanian society. They are used as an ingredient in many dishes and they are distilled to make delicious liqueurs. One of the most popular is the Almond Spirit, first made by Jacob Becher (brother of the famous Josef Becher).

The correct way to store the Almonds that are to be distilled  is in a Triple Store. This gives the liquerist the possibility to determine which Almonds are to be subject to 

There are three stages to the process (known as RDF),  Rafinat, Distilat, Finisat!

Rafinat

The Rafinat requires careful work. First only the best almonds are selected from the triple store. They are meshed and stewed, into a porridge, wonderful of taste; the Rafinat. One must always treat the Rafinat with utmost respect. The temperature and moisture must be exactly right, and the amount of pear concentrate (rieni) must not be too high, nor too low. The Rafinat should rest for 21 days and 21 nights.

Distilat

The distillation process differs little from that of other spirits. The best almond spirit is double or triple distilled. So said Jacob’s brother, Josef.

Finisat

When the distillation process is complete, the finished liquid is set to rest in wooden barrels. But one last task remains; this is called the staging process, in which validation is performed by a professional agent. The Finisat is tested for, for example, impurities or internal inconsistencies. If accepted, the barrels are inserted into another triple store and will wait until they are collected by a thirsty traveler.

Written for TMHS by Vasile Sandor, Alexandru Papiu Ilarian National College

On such a Krimean night

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I can almost see that wild Krim on the forest trail!

Jean, Jean! What a lovely night, I can almost see that wild Krim on the forest trail!

Is he like the Manné Rock, ever falling, tumbling? Or is he of the deep, deep mountain? I have seen him, Jean. I saw him! You need only count to three, and with every step a statement is stated, yet Krim is never sated! He is eating the world, Jean.. Gnaws on our fundament, our testament.

East and West, all-encompassing! Such compassion! Tell not my brother of my dreams. Oh, Krim, Allfather of the Allforest..

Yours always,
Hermione Lynn Ploppel