Bucharest
Every once in a while I come out of the bedroom in my very small apartment, where I've been enjoying a rerun of the West Wing where CJ just became Chief of Staff because Leo is in a coma, sit down at my computer to check my email, look out the window onto the back of a small block of pre-war flats, and realize:
Omigod, I'm in Romania! Bucharest! Eastern Europe! On purpose.
"Cool."
I used to do the same thing in Oklahoma City.
Only in OKC, I did not have subtitles in a mystifying language that everyone said was just like Italian, and everyone was lying.
In Oklahoma City, when this happened, I almost never added the word "cool."
Omigod. I'm in Bucharest! On purpose.
Ain't life amazing.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Omidumnezeu!
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Bucharest,
Eastern Europe,
Ex-pat,
west wing
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2 comments:
It is like Italian!
yes, for us, at least :))))
if we go to italy, we'll feel like home, whiyhout any italian class...
maybe the other way around is not the same..:P
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