Dreams are dashed as they see only a bleak future which leads many to despair and into alcohol abuse, and an endless cycle of disappointment and hopelessness. So as we crept closer to Cluj, the comedy of the passing cars and the ingenious methods they used to get through the snow and ice played out. I love this land and her people. I'm entering for one month, this world of unrelenting harshness. You must, and this can't be stressed enough, simply MUST have a sense of humor to survive.
Sadness creeps in all too often.
And now they are creating their own muck. Whereas the average Romanian desires to simply get on with their lives, have enough to eat and clothe their family and have shelter over their heads and give their children a better life. I leave in one month. It felt good to be home. Sadly, but not so unexpectedly, most of them have indeed been in one prison or another throughout the country.