oh man. romania. never thought i'd make it back here. a lack of funds could've been blamed, although family matters sometimes protrude certain cavernous cavities of the heart, and pain becomes a tad more real than i would like it to. i spent the first few days (beginning may 26th) walking up and down bucharest, drying up my lungs with 555 tobacco, but most importantly, smearing my heart with good consistent familiar words from alexandra, a much-needed preparation for the upcoming meeting with my mother, aunt, and everyone else. bucharest is bucharest. many streets, even more people to see, many lights and sights, much corruption, stress, tight pockets, even tighter attitudes. i should have likened bucharest with a decrepit paris, but even that is too much to put on the old town's shoulders. sleep calls. i
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