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Friday, January 21, 2011

the romanian

Last night, great guy’s friend, the romanian, came for a visit. He works in Germany for months at a time, earning money for his family, and since the middle of December he has been back home. The romanian is a great builder and has helped great guy a lot over the years, with all of the house renos. He has dark features, laughs quickly and fervently, has warm, friendly eyes and speaks German with a heavy accent. Yesterday, I met his wife and daughter, who also made the 18 hour trip with him. Both are pretty and slim and quiet. And, I saw that those warm eyes of the romanian’s were shared by his daughter, Flores.

Communication was a bit difficult, in between broken German (mine), Romanian translations , and rock ‘n roller. Rock ‘n roller creates his own communication difficulties when he’s had a couple of drinks-sometimes it’s funny and sometimes not so much. Rock ‘n roller kept speaking English to the Romanians, never clueing in to the fact that I’m the English speaker, not them. Over and over again, I looked at him and said “Speak German!” He’s crazy. He was babbling, on and on, about the situation in Romania, but when the romanian actually intervened and said that things aren’t quite that way, rock ‘n roller just ignored him. He’s all about sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll, which apparently means he also has no clue what he’s talking about, and no interest in listening to those who do.

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