This article is part of a series, meant to bring attention to the Oscar-nominated Romanian documentary ‘Collective.’ As we approach the Academy Awards on April 26th, we hope this story will encourage more people to view the film and demand change.
From age four, AISB Teacher Delia Țugui’s son, Vlad, carried around a pair of drumsticks. A gift from his father, Vlad held them with pride, anxiously waiting for the day his legs would stretch far enough to reach the pedals of his drum set.
When it finally happened, Delia and her husband enrolled Vlad at Rock School in Bucharest, where he would spend hours each day practicing the drums. On weekends, the family would attend rock concerts together— with Vlad close to the stage, eyeing the drummers.
In the summer of 2015, at an outdoor music festival, the family fell in love with one of the hardcore metal bands: Goodbye to Gravity. And when the band announced the release of their second album a few months later, Delia’s husband Vali bought tickets. Vlad looked forward to another opportunity to watch the band’s drummer, Bogdan Enache, up close.
A Celebration Turned Tragedy
The night of the concert, Delia, Vali, and Vlad joined approximately 350 others at the Colectiv nightclub in Bucharest.
Arranged in an old factory, the club’s infrastructure is common around Bucharest, having only one functional exit door and flammable polyurethane acoustic foam on the walls. Delia remembers how people were still allowed to smoke inside back then, even though ventilators weren’t properly installed. “We knew there was a risk […] when we took our son to that place,” she says. “That’s why we always found a place closest to the exit.”
As soon as the show started, Vlad and his father went nearer to the stage. From the back of the club, Delia could almost see her 12-year-old son inching up on his tiptoes, wide-eyed in amazement at the drummer’s skills.
Then, a fireworks display. “This wasn’t part of the program,” Delia says, and recalls a spark landing on the foam on the pillar next to her. Sizzling, it went up to the ceiling in seconds. “The head singer asked for a fire extinguisher,” Delia remembers. But it was already too late.
Someone screamed, “It’s burning! I think we should go out, now!”
Delia’s heart stood still as she looked at her husband and son who were on the other side of the club. “My husband told me with his eyes, ‘Go. We’ll be right behind you.'” So Delia turned around and headed for the door.
Panic overwhelmed people as they stampeded aggressively towards the exit, and Delia got pushed against the door. “I was squashed; I didn’t think I would be able to get out of there,” she recalls.
Suddenly, everything became dark, and Delia heard a sound—a muffled explosion. And moments later, Colectiv was packed with noxious smoke. “I tried to breathe and felt the air burning me inside,” says Delia with a heavy hand on her chest. Authorities later discovered that as the club became engulfed in flames, parts of the ceiling fell on the ground, spreading the thick, black smoke.
Fortunately, Delia managed to get out of the building, but quickly realized the back of her head was on fire. Instinctively, she used her hand to put out the flames, which resulted in minor burns that were later treated at the hospital.
Meanwhile, Delia’s husband and son were still in the burning building—sheltering in the cloakroom, breathing in to the fabric of the coats. Vlad kept his face covered, per his father’s instructions, and waited for an opportunity to escape.
“I was completely focused on listening to my dad’s instructions because he was the only way that I was getting out of the club alive,” says Vlad. “The only question that I remember posing to myself and then to my dad was, ‘Are we going to die?'”
When the time came, Vlad’s father pushed him out of the cloakroom, over a “mountain of people formed at the entrance, falling on top of one another.”
Delia stood outside, peering into the gloom, looking for her husband and son. She watched, helplessly, as people ran for their lives. “I saw a boy in a t-shirt with only the collar and hems remained…another young man’s blue jeans were on fire,” Delia remembers. She did what she could to help, but “All I wanted was to find my husband and son,” she says.
After frantically searching for her family, Delia found them covered in smoke and gasping for air at the main entrance. Thankful to have made it out alive, but concerned for Vlad’s wellbeing, they got in the car and drove to the hospital.
Delia’s husband and son remained at the hospital overnight for observation, and Delia went home alone. She felt lucky to have survived, but devastated for the 27 who didn’t.
Before going to bed, she wrote a Facebook post updating friends and family. And when she awoke, there were hundreds of comments—many criticizing her decision to take her son to the concert, as well as her affinity for rock and metal music. “You’re a satanist” read too many of the comments, while others said they’ll call Child Protection Services. “This was the worst part for me,” recalls Delia.
In an attempt to gain control of the situation, Delia wrote another post describing Vlad’s passion for music, the main reason they attended the concert. “I felt compelled to explain why we were there,” she says, feeling that she was being blamed for what happened. “Our country needs a different mindset,” she points out.
Delia comments that it’s not just the mindsets that need to change in this country, but the defective medical system and corrupt government—two things that became glaringly obvious after the Colectiv tragedy, when 38 more people died in ill-equipped hospitals.
“The government hadn’t imposed the safety regulations which they should have to the club owners, which is why there was only one entrance to the club and why we all ended up being trapped like animals,” Vlad adds. “Because of this, many young, innocent people perished and I could have easily been one of them. Just minutes before the fire broke out, I remember going to the bathroom, which was on the opposite side of the club from the exit. Had I decided to do this a few minutes later, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
In the years following the fire, the family attended all of the Colectiv demonstrations and protests, trying to do their part to change things for the better. “But change should start within ourselves,” Delia says. “We always blame it on the state, the government…but we don’t realize, it’s us.”
The strength to move forward
Delia’s family found the power to move on relatively easily. A psychological evaluation concluded that Vlad wasn’t affected by the fire. However, some of his friends from Rock School were close to people who died at the concert, and this ultimately pushed them to give up music.
“The day after the fire, I had completely forgotten what had happened the night before,” says Vlad. “Somehow, most likely as a defense mechanism, my brain just got rid of all my memories of the night. I even remember going to my parents multiple times the next day to ask them if the fire had really happened.”
Delia reveals she’s thankful that Vlad was only 12 when this happened—that he didn’t feel the same “pressure” as her husband, who tried not to talk about it. “[Vlad] just went back to being a 12-year-old kid,” she says.
It’s now more than five years since the family escaped the fire. Delia says unfortunately not much has changed, but she hopes the younger generation can step up to advocate for transparency and integrity within our country’s institutions. But with that said, she also hopes Vlad, now a DP student in high school, will choose to study abroad. “We all plan to leave Romania someday,” says Delia. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t ever come back.”
Shocking but beautiful story! Keep it up!
Amazing job Iuila! Thank you so much, for your writing and interview skills. You translated a really tough issue and personal story, allowing it to get the coverage it deserves!
This was very well written. Thanks for writing such an insightful article about such an important event in Romania’s recent history!
This article is absolutely remarkable. You did a wonderful job, Iulia!
This is an amazingly written article, Iulia. It’s a truly heartbreaking story and I feel like you managed to capture so much of the emotion from that night and the aftermath. Excellent work!
This article is absolutely remarkable. You did a wonderful job writing it, Iulia!
Great Job Iulia! You captured the story beautifully !
This was so descriptive and powerful it felt like I was there in the moment and the aftermath, I had no idea a person could get hate after they had just escaped a deadly fire with their family in the hospital. Amazing job on the writing and thank you for bringing more attention to this!
This is a very important story related to the night of the Collective fire. Thanks for putting out this great article.
This article was incredible! Iulia, you did a wonderful job interviewing Delia and bringing her story to life.
This is far beyond what I would expect to see in a high school newspaper. Kudos to all involved and the family for sharing their story.
I have just read the article and I must say I was really impressed, although I wouldn´t have expected any less after hearing your teacher´s praises, and reading your article on Alexander Nanau and his documentary Collective.
Firstly, I would like to congratulate you on taking on the responsibility to write a series of articles about such a difficult and sensitive topic. On the one hand, some people´s lives were lost in the tragedy, and others’ experiences have been far worse than our own while they remained scarred for life, both physically and emotionally. It is definitely not an easy subject to approach and explore, which says a great deal about your personality and your motivation to become a journalist. On the other hand, the tragedy brought to the surface so many grave issues that remain unsolved to this day, and the need to learn from our mistakes and improve is still there. Romania needs, as you so well put it in your article, the younger generation to “step in and advocate for transparency and integrity” in order to make that change of mindset we were talking about and become a place where Romanians would really like to live. Your courage is commendable.
Secondly, I am hardly an expert in article writing, but if you allow me to share my (profane) opinion, I would say that I loved your articulate, relevant and potent narrative charged with authentic emotion. Simply put, thank you for a well-written, truthful, and touching story. It gives my family and I hope for the future of Romania. Felicitări!
Best of luck,
Delia, Vlad and Vali
What a great read. Delia and her family’s story is an incredible one and Iulia did such a great job relaying it.
Thank you, Delia, for sharing your story. And kudos to Iulia for telling it in such a sophisticated manner. Such important work.