After my Bakó-life, I moved out to my village, to Máriafalva (in Romanian Larguta, in English Mary’s Village).

Firstly I was afraid from to be alone in a new country, in a new and unacquainted village, with unknown people.

But there was no other way, I was on the microbus with my package,

When the people saw the white unknown microbus in the viilage,everybody came to the street or took a look behind the fence.

Rhey were very friendly, and they were waiting for me. The couple from whom we rented the house make me fire in the house, they gave me food, and they gave me lots of smile 🙂

They were just speaking 🙂 from everything…Firstly it was hard to understand them, and the Csángó-Hungarian dialect, but now it is not problem to me 🙂


So, this Csángó village is in a big big hole. Around are just forests. The village is very small. The population is only 250-300 people. It is very hard and difficult to go in the village if it is wintertime or rain. There is no bus or public transport to Máriafalva. You need for a chariot, a horse or a caw, maybe for a car…but the surest if you have legs 😉 The village is nearly 3km from the highway, so by foot it is 1 hour.

So the life in the village is not the easiest, but view and the environment is beautiful.

And here is my house, look 🙂


… and inside


OK, maybe it is not the best :)….

In the house are two room. I lived in one of them, and the hungarian school was in the other room.

Firstly I stressed me how can I say to the children they can come to me to learn in hungarian. In an other school after the romanian school. But my rumour went around the village as myself. And on my second day I had 10-15 children 🙂 They were very excited when they saw the lots of toys in the room.

On the first two weeks we mainly played or learnt on the floor because of we had no benches and chairs.

But the children were very happy and it was the most important to me.

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My name is Edit Váli, from Hungary.

I am volunteer, in Moldova- it is the part of the East Romania.

Why am I here? It’s begun in Szeged, on the university. I learned ethnography and I got to know the culture of the Hungarian Changos (in hungarian: “csángó”) in Moldova. Then I would like to use their name on this way: csángó.

So firstly I would like to write a few lines about the Hungarian Csángó’s culture. They live in Romania, They live as a minority culture in an area with a romanian majority. In their area there is no bigger Hungarian population, like for example in Transylvania the Székely population. And because of Moldova has never been part of Hungary during the history, the contact with the other Hungarians or with the hungarian bigger historical events was always hard.

Because of this izolation their culture is very interesting, they’ve preserved a rich medieval hungarian culture. The bygone arises in their folk music, folk songs, ballads and beliefs.

And of course because of this Romanian ring and as a consequence of the romanian assimilation policy: 75 % of the Changoes has lost its Hungarian origin and language, but 25% of them still uses (Hungarian) mother tongue beside Romanian.

This is the reason why I wanted to come in Moldova to teach hungarian language to the Csángó children. We can not afford to be lost this very invaluable Csángó culture.

And about my life 🙂

I arrived in Moldova, in Bákó (Bacau) on th 6th of  October 2012. On my first 2weeks I lived in the town, in Bákó, in a block with Éva, who is one of the leader of the Association of Hungarian Csangos in Moldova. I had to livein the town why the owner of the house made a big cleaning in the hosue, in my village….

So Bákó.

I think one of the most indecorous and filthy town in Romania (on the world? 🙂

Everywhere there is just concrete and blocks with a lot of rubbish.


photo from internet