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Lost in tres kilos de sare
March 8, 2006 |
On Sunday morning, after a night seeing Lost, we’ve met a few gitanescus on our 8 hours magical trip to Cluj. They were so nice that one of them was almost trying to give us 4 Vodafone prepay cards as a present, for only 30 euros. And they told us jokes, very good jokes indeed. “Te voy a contar unas chistas”, he said with his innocent voice. They were just returning from Spain after a meeting with the Police that took them gently to the airport: “A tomar por… “, they told them. So this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship… Nice people, very nice jokes and a gorgeous smile made our trip worthwhile. After exchanging phone numbers and impressions about Romania and Spain, in a fair Spanish they offered us candies with a strange white dust on them. No, it wasn’t cocaine, hopefully. Due to the fact that they were so nice people we started watching Lost again so that they would not be tired and they could share part of their personal charm with their families. Then nothing, they decided to share some jokes with us after being there two hours laughing of the same “egg-joke”. We laughed and felt guilty for it. It was rather sad.
After these 8 hours we arrived there where the sarmale master was waiting for us. We got home and ate a remake of the traditional sarmale while we told my brother the “egg-joke”.
Yes, he looked at us with the “poor you, you are stoned” smile. At least that was not a joke of us, it’s not that sad. The rest of the trip was quite “normal”, if you include in the “normal” cathegory going up 342 stairs looking for a castle that didn’t exist. Yeah, brilliant. At least we could enjoy a beautiful sight of the city and find chestnuts to throw them just for fun. Going out with my cousin, going to the botanical garden (yes, it was covered with snow) and other 8 hours in train, talking and seeing Lost.
Now, some photos and we’re out (going to see Lost).