This is a recent photo of Bucharest. I don't have any pictures of where I actually lived.
We lived in a district near the Dambovita River (apparently my father, riding a bike for the first time, fell into the river and lost the bike ... I visited Bucharest in 1979 and looked for the bike ... no luck ...).
This is not Cocoş ... just somewhat resembling Cocoş ...
My father occasionally would bring home stray animals. We kept a cat named Mitzi and a rooster named Cocoş (Romanian for rooster ...) There is a picture somewhere (I know not where) of me hugging Cocoş and him being incredibly still (or so I imagined) for a rooster.
This made me laugh out loud on the bus and now people think I’m a weirdo. Worth it! Cocos was a good sport
I also love the creativity of the name! 😂