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When Ruth was eight years old her parents took refuge in Germany and she can follow her parents six months later. The parents find work in a hospital. They are unable to work as meteorologists which is the profession they’ve learned. Ruth, who’s used to the strict rule at Romanian schools, is regarded as a striving geek and gets bullied by anti-authoritarianly brought up West German classmates. There’s just one girl, as nerdy as Ruth, who becomes her friend. A friendship that lasts until today. And Ruth starts to sing. In the school choir. In the church choir. In musicals and eventually (she’s eighteen now) in a workshop with Jocelyn B. Smith, together with Berlin housewives who hope that singing will help them to find the bravery to leave their husbands. She hesitates to ask but then she just goes ahead. She’d love take singing lessons with the grand old lady of soul. Contact my office tomorrow is the brief answer. Ruth calls. And Jocelyn B. Smith is thrilled. Such a voice. This voice. Ruth was the greatest talent she ever met, she says, but stop praising, let’s go to work. Ruth is an apprentice now. Mrs Smith is enthused but she’s also rigid. Talent without work is worth nothing and so they work. Year after year. Ruth becomes better and better. She works as a studio singer and as a background singer. She gets booked. She has work. She has found her place in the business. Ruth has lots of self-esteem and she’s strong. Ruth is invincible. And so she records a solo album. A good album with a great voice. An ambitious album with heart and soul – unfortunately nobody is interested. Ruth is disappointed. She starts drinking. Everything sucks. The world’s rotten and life is a bitch. Grey is the morning. Noon is pale. And it doesn’t get any better in the evening. The days lose their shape. Time stops and time flies. But there’s something left. Music. Singing. Creativity. Talent. One day you start climbing out of the deep hole you are trapped in. Slowly the mist lifts. And then the thoughts come. Who am I? What is my talent? What makes me special? Old songs resound. Memories come back. Memories of another world. Another time. Ruth is not Ruth from Berlin who sings R&B, exactly like thousands and thousands of other girls. Ruth is not only Ruth with the fantastic voice. Other women in Germany have beautiful voices too. There’s more to Ruth. Ruth owns a precious heritage that nobody else owns. She has Romania in her heart. The sad and moaning country. The beautiful and wide country. The tender and imaginary country. And Ruth starts searching. For her roots and for connections. For links between her German and her Romanian home. It should be possible to bring it all together. It should be possible to sing of the pain of love and whoop it up in Golden earrings and a traditional costume at the same time. And Ruth finds. producers who suit her: The Krauts, who used to work for Moabeat and German dancehall sensation Seeed. Then the songs. Instant burners including mad Balkan shouting. Shrill titles sung with a strong Romanian accent about big German cars and quiet songs. Sad songs. And she finds the person who brings it all together. She finds herself. She is Miss Platnum.
The unique, talented, special, eccentric, loud, quiet, shimmering, shrill and wonderful Miss Platnum
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Succes romancei noastre!
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Legenda spune ca primul om care a aparut in Transilvania a fost un ... ungur. Si dupa ce a descalecat de pe cal, sa bea apa, cand s-a intors nu a mai gasit calul, ci numai un biletel, pe care scria: - "Multam' fain"!
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Tare faine videourile... Primul e tare cu ciocolata!
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