I've known Petre a long time. To be precise, when I was 7. I had made acquaintance of some of his kin, but meeting him was special. Peach, pencil, peacock, plum, parrot, purse, peanut and others had been presented to me, before, but only by means of sound. Thus, it was high time we met face to face. That is, me facing down towards the piece of paper, and Petre written on it. Until I managed to correctly pronounce it, I kept repeating "Pietre" (stones in Romanian). But I succeeded. And ever since, every time I hear the first name Petre, it gets me dreaming about a rocky valley of a river.