Thomas Wictor

Sometimes we all feel a little Romanian. Here’s one of their proverbs:

Protect me, Lord, from my friends. As for my enemies, I will take care of them myself.

Once upon a time, in an abandoned Soviet embassy…

Hard to believe that was almost thirty years ago. Some of my most indelible memories involve nocturnal fog. Is Romania foggy? No idea. I think of torchlight, dense forests, and loping wolves. Gypsies. Blessings that are curses.

Some people like sunny beaches; I like foggy parks at night. Okay, I liked sharing foggy parks at night.

Once upon a time. Romanian proverb