Every time I come here, I think that living in this place would
be impossible for me. Why? First, because in this lifetime I must fulfill my dream
of living surrounded by magnificent concrete walls while breathing the crisp,
life prolonging, factory infused air. I’m also worried of not being able to get enough
of the occasional dog bite as a form of appreciation for being an exemplary
neighbour, and of course- the best of it all- getting the daily dose of satisfaction
while savouring the famous Bucharest traffic. Once you try it- you’re hooked
for life. You start craving to see people crossing streets at unmarked places, you
miss hearing the unequaled Romanian swearing! It embraces equally all the
members of society! One can never feel discriminated here- no matter of the
skin colour, age, sex orientation or gods they believe in.
A castle where no one ever got impaled; two pubs where I never
get the chance to complain about food quality… How do they entertain here? Neighbours
with dogs that never bite; supermarkets with food supplied by local farmers… Don’t
they know about importing from other continents? The only thing about the UK
which makes me feel like at home is the trains. Delays, cancellations- finally
something which is the way it’s supposed to be!
Thanks God I had to endure it only for 2 days! I leave the UK completely unsatisfied, and I worry things might continue in same fashion in Iceland too. Their air carrier didn’t charge me for choosing my seat and they even offered me to buy a 3 euro coffee! Do they think I don’t know that a good coffee can never cost less than 6 euros? And what is it with all this leg space?
God, I miss Romania!
P.S. To be taken with a grain of salt.
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