Since I am forbidden from talking about my own case, I thought I’d take a breather and tell you about another case, starring once again the crack units of the Cluj-Napoca police. I assure you that everything you are about to read is entirely true. Two officers in a Transportation Police blue Volkswagen with full markings, including an activated lightbar (the “disco lights”), pull over … Continue reading The one who got away
An associate of mine is out of town at the moment and asked me to go to the bank and pay off a small debt that they had, and promised to repay me upon their return. I said, “Sure, no problem.” [[Fast forward to inside bank]] “Hello, friendly lady at the teller window,” I said. “I came to give you money to put in blah-blah-blah’s … Continue reading Romania, where not even the banks understand capitalism
Although now I’ve lived long enough to reach an age I never thought I’d see, there is no way that I can remember a cold November in the year 1891. But I do know that story and I’d like to share it with you today. On a fateful day in a distant and remote mountain valley in the eastern United States, a woman named Mollie … Continue reading For a Distant Land to Roam
Now that The Cat Is Halfway Out of the Bag, I can tell you a story like this one: Not too long ago, on a shockingly cold afternoon, I was standing on a downtown sidewalk here in Unicorn City with the two homeless people that I adopted. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a police car pulled in front of us and two cops jumped out … Continue reading Somewhere Over the Rainbow
SCENE: Standing on a street corner in downtown Cluj-Napoca at around 8 o’clock at night. BUDDY #1: Oh my god, look over there. It’s Piki. BUDDY #2: Yeah, Piki the officially crazy guy of Floresti. Me: Why is he the officially crazy guy of Floresti? BUDDY #1: Because everyone in that village knows that his wife is a (literal) cow. He has sex with her. … Continue reading Piki, Nebunul Oficial de Floresti
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