What A Circus!

It’s really hot in Bucharest. With this heat, one might think people would lay low and save their energy. But no. Running around, fidgeting, panicking.

A piece of eye candy to help us relax and smoothen the rhythm.

Reputation

We are with the family at a restaurant. The food is brought. I do not know why, but I suddenly brush my hand against my neck when the plate with linguini is put in front of me.

‘Do you want me to bring you a bib, madam?’ asks the waitress.

I smile because this is usually something I make myself from napkins whenever I eat some food with a lot of sauce, but I decline the offer.

The waitress wishes us to enjoy the food and leaves.

My nephew, sitting on my left, gets closer to me and whispers:

‘Eme, you’ve been around here, haven’t you?! It’s obvious because they knew you wanted a bib.’