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Gramps for Geneology

My father has become slightly obsessed with tracking his family tree. He’s done lots of research going back around six generations. He uses a Windows application (called “Generations”, I think, but I’m not sure now), which is very awkward, though he manages.

When his grandson Liam arrived, he wanted to put Liam’s family tree in his system too. Germans tend to have quite good family records, backed up by Church archives, so we had some data.

I exported the result as a GEDCOM file and was really pleased at how well the open source GRAMPS application imported this file on Ubuntu Linux. For some reason I didn’t have high expectations, but this application is obviously well maintained.

And Gramps seems to be a better application anyway. It has a more sensible UI even though it is as feature-packed as these applications needs to be. Gramps also creates more compact ancestor graphs, so you don’t need to tape so many pages together. But it could still theoretically squeeze more on to the page at a readable size. This might already be possible but it’s hard to achieve with the awkward printing options.

Liam Kiefer

On the 29th December 2007 at 16:55, Liam Kiefer Cumming was born, 50cm long and weighing 2610 grams. I’ve spent most of the day in the hospital since then, including a ridiculously happy new-year’s in the Kinderstation changing and feeding him together as a family when the clock hit midnight.

Liam Kiefer on day 2

Early on the morning of the 29th we weren’t sure whether it was contractions that Sigi was feeling but they quickly became regular and frequent so we walked the few streets through the cold (-20C apparently) to the hospital and were told we’d made the right decision. Things moved quickly after that and the birth went well, without major problems. Liam has some very minor temporary complications so he’s stayed in hospital a few extra days, but should be home quite soon. He’s quietly inquisitive when he’s awake but mostly just sleeps, waving his arms for comic effect. He loves to drink but tends to eject it from either or both ends soon afterwards.

The people at the Maistrasse clinic here in Munich are skilled and patient, just firm enough and just gentle enough and there are many kind people to help with everything.

Liam’s middle name is taken from Hans Kiefer, Sigi’s great-grandfather who strolled with her around his Großsanktpeter village in the Romanian Banat, greeting everyone in their own German, Romanian, Hungarian, Serbian, or Roma languages, and who claimed to have used the same skills to fool various invading armies into believing he was one of them. When we visited Romania in 2006 we were invited into his old house, now the home of an aged Roma man and his family who remembered him fondly as Kiefer Bachi (or Baji, or something, apparently Serbian. Do correct me.) meaning Old man Kiefer. (Update: It’s “Kiefer Bácsi” and it’s Hungarian)

I’m particularly glad that Liam has three great-grandparents of his own on Sigi’s side, because family is scarce on my side, though he will have nice holidays with his aunt in Wales and his grandfather in Scotland.

Travel in August

I’m back from GUADEC in Birmingham, but I have some more recreational travel ahead of me:

  • August 3rd-10th: Edinburgh and North Berwick, Scotland
  • August 11-12th: Bucharest, Romania
  • August 18th-25th: Arezzo, Tuscany, Italy

We had also planned a trip to Hong Kong and Taiwan, but had to cancel. I learned some Cantonese (10 Pimleur lessons), but now I don’t have a use for it.

Fanfare Ciocărlia

Last night I went to see Fanfare Ciocărlia with the neighbours from across the hall, at the Muffathalle here in Munich. Fanfare Ciocărlia are a popular Romanian gypsy band whose music is the basis for parts of the Bucovina Club and Electric Gypsyland CDs that I love. It was good for the body and soul.

At the end, instead of a regular encore, the whole band walked down in to the crowd with their instruments (You don’t need an amplifier for all those trumpets, tubas, horns, clarinets, and drums), playing for another 15 minutes with the people dancing around them. Along the way, they gathered Euro notes stuck to their sweaty foreheads.

Back from Romania

So, I should finally get around to describing my trip to Romania. I returned two weeks ago, but I’ve been busy since then, and it takes ages to upload pictures on my crappy far-slower-than-advertised T-DSL line. It was an incredible three weeks, so this will be a long blog entry, even though there’s lots more that I’m not mentioning.

TimiÅŸoara / Temeschburg

We arrived first in the Banat (or the current Romanian part of it, in TimiÅŸ county), after driving though Hungary, crossing the border at Cenad, into a rich green landscape with an enormous sky and a series of people selling melons at the side of the road. In the Banat, the land is flat and the sky is both wider and higher than a regular sky.

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Over the next few days we visited villages in the surrounding Banat, where my girlfriend’s family lived before emigrating in the late 80s, such as Bogarosch/Bulgãrus and Groß-Sankt-Peter/Sânpetru Mare. The current inhabitants welcomed us into their homes, without fear that we wanted them back. People here live from the land, growing their own food and keeping their own animals.

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While there I started reading Richard Wagner‘s (not him) novel Habseligkeiten. He’s from Perjamosch/Periam, along the road. He covers the local history fairly well, from the point of view of the ethnic Germans, who were naively caught up in every political change that swept across them. That’s including

  • Austro-Hungarian rule before the first world war.
  • The first world war experienced at a distance, with some German men fighting far away and returning.
  • The second world war, with some German Romanians serving in the regular German army (by going to Germany), some in the SS (pretty much mandatory for Germans outside of Germany), and some in the Romanian army (which fought on the side of Germany until Romania switched sides in 1944, courageously but wisely as the Soviets started to win).
  • Transport of many Germans (mostly men, even those in the Romanian Army) to Russia in 1944 for five years of forced labour.
  • returning from Russia to Communist rule, with no private property, inefficiency, and corruption.
  • Then forced relocation of whole families to the barren Bărăgan plain in the 1950s.
  • Returning again five years later.
  • Followed by emigration to Germany during CeauÅŸescu‘s 1980s and, after the 1989 revolution, in the 1990s.

I’ve heard very similar stories from my Girlfriend’s parents and grandparents, who also mention time in Germany and in American prison camps, but the book wraps things up nicely. There’s lots of adventurous stories to be told. Like everyone, it avoids the holocaust.

TimiÅŸoara itself is part old-town and part crumbly soviet concrete. The old buildings have particular charm because they are falling apart.

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While there, I met some of the Timisoara LUG people. Dan Damian (not pictured) had invited us, but couldn’t stay more than five minutes because he was very ill. I’m afraid I’ve already forgotten the names of everyone else, but I remember that the guy on the left was doing an anti-virus thing for Google Summer of Code, and I think he’s Török Edvin. It was interesting to speak to these guys about how they are making their way in modern Romania. I was also ill for the next four days. Maybe it was the water, or maybe Dan is to blame somehow.


As I noticed later, TimiÅŸoara is entirely different to Bucharest or other parts of Romania that I saw. In Timisoara watermelons are sold from huge piles at the side of the roads in to the city and even on street corners in the city. People eat the watermelons in the street and spit out the seeds. Horse drawn carts share the roads with cars, often delivering the watermelons. Sometimes you’ll see a regular saloon car driving by, completely full up to the roof with watermelons. There are no watermelons in Bucharest as far as I can tell. It’s better where the watermelons are.

Bucharest (BucureÅŸti)

We drove from TimiÅŸoara to the capital, Bucharest, via Sibiu/Hermannstadt, on the new roads that the EU has built. The EU will be happy to know that the road is full of lorries delivering produce, but the two-lane roads are lethal.

Bucharest, is really not worth the visit except to get a more complete picture of Romania. There are a few impressive older buildings but it’s mostly large and concrete and choking in traffic. Ceacescu’s government palace is huge, but too silly to really impress. There’s a wonderful village museum, with old relocated wooden and stone buildings, but it’s nicer to see them for real outside of Bucharest.

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Prices here are comparable to western European cities, but that doesn’t feel like value for money. Advertising has obviously taken hold, seemingly driven by a monotonous few companies selling advertising space on the sides of buildings and large video screens. Life must be strange for the people who live in Apartments whose windows are covered by 6-story-high posters. A few companies are noticeably trying to establish themselves in this new market: Orange, Coke, and Nescafe (as an upmarket brand, strangely), along with a few German food brands. There are several new shopping centers selling western products such as electronics. Credit is advertised heavily and I don’t think people are expected to buy things outright.

Hope for the future is obviously widespread, presumably due to expected EU membership, as you can tell from all the building work and the credit boom. But it seems to be only the first stage of capitalism. People are trying to make a fast buck, often at the expense of their customers instead of building long term reputations and relationships, and either competitive pressures are not being felt, or something is stopping competition from happening. The government does not seem to be fostering marketplaces or making consumers feel protected. The tourist will notice that when changing money (the exchange rates listed are generally only for amounts over 10,000 Euros) or paying extra to use his camera. The guy buying a car or washing machine on credit will notice that when he sees an extra 5% yearly interest payment for administration.

This lack of long term thought may also be responsible for how Romanians drive their cars. If not then there’s either a general failure to assess risk, or human life is considered worthless.

Oddly, government buildings are already flying the EU flag, as if Romania had already joined. That’ll look embarassing if they don’t meet the grade next year either. They probably will, but they don’t seem entirely ready for it. They also fly the NATO flag, which seems out of place on civilian institutions such as parliament or schools.

In Bucharest I met an old friend from Paderborn, Christian Schoppmeyer, who is now running the Bucharest office of Sagem Orga (formerly Orga), and some of his friends there. It’s great to see him doing well. Bucharest may be crappy, but it offers a lot more than Paderborn.

Carpathian Mountains

After visiting Sigişoara, we spent a week in the hills, in the village of Măgura, in the curve in the Carpathian mountains, near Zărneşti, near Braşov.

We stayed at Villa Hermanni run by Hermann and Katrina Kurmes, after it was recommended by Hans Gasser, a friend of a friend who had visited to do an article for the Sueddeutsche Zeitung on Romanian ecotourism. Hermann is an ethnic German from the neighbouring Vulkan village who returned to Romania after the 1989 revolution to do ecological tours of the area and its wildlife, as part of the Association for Eco Tourism in Romania.

The area, between the Bucegi and Paitra Craiului mountains, is beautiful and still inhabited by people who live from the land. There’s original forests with (unseen) brown bears and wolves still living in them.

However, poor locals are understandably selling their land for hotels and summer houses to be built, and it can’t be long before tarmac roads are built to service them, which will accelerate the destruction yet more. This isn’t allowed, because it’s officially a nature reserve, but the law is flexible in the face of corruption and beaurocracy, so it looks like this valley will be completely transformed in another couple of years. Visit now before it’s too late. We are tempted to go again in the winter for snow-shoe trecking.

A big reason for our visit was to see some of Romania’s brown bears. We only saw paw prints while walking in the hills, and in a nearby cave, but Katrina Kurmes took us to a nearby lookout hut where we could watch a bear arrive to eat food that was left for it. The bears are very shy of humans, but can lash out if surprised, and do tend to eat animals that have been left outside at night. Unlike Germany, Romanians continue to living fairly peacefully with them.


There is an obvious problem with litter. People just drop plastic bottles and packaging on the ground, even in the most beautiful places. My brain isn’t wired like that. This seems to be part of the short-term thinking problem I mentioned above. Luckily, it’s not too late to fix this, but it needs government help to get the rubbish down to the towns.

By the way, the ÅŸ characters are like sh in English. The ă characters are a kind of “uh” sound. The final i in words is not really pronounced, unless it’s ii at the end. See Wikipedia‘s Romanian Alphabet page for more and more correct descriptions.