News for November 2003

The Train

Somewhere between Oradea and Bucharest, stopped and at rest on a train. It’s probably 3 am. Too hot to sleep. It seems you can’t adjust the heating systems for these train cabs, & you can’t roll down the windows, so you are fucked unless you go into the hall and roll down the windows there. Our train cab compartment sleeps six. The only occupant (excluding Constantin & I) is a young woman named Corina, aged 26, a practitioner of cosmetic medicine (not plastic surgery). Well, not only is she a blast, but she’s beautiful. She’s the first woman in Romania I’ve actually ‘conversed’ with and her warmth glows from her laughing eyes. And her totally tight, sexy body! We were totally flirting with each other, using Constantin as an interpreter. He seemed as excited as we were. She somehow talked me into stripping down to my underwear (can I ever keep my clothes on?), which was not too difficult considering the aforementioned problem with the cabin temperature. Man, I wish I could stay longer, and I hope she emails me. Interacting with her was an answered prayer, and it almost seems like someone read my previous entries and decided to have mercy on me. This sampling certainly is delectable. Yum.

“Why is our train not moving?”

“Oh shit! It’s moving! That’s funny. Allright! I didn’t realize it was starting to move until after I asked why the train wasn’t moving. I think the train sat still for several hours. Maybe the conductor took a nap.

Posted: November 30th, 2003
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Oradea, Romania: I saw a heartbreaking sight today: there was apparently a stray dog roundup close to Felix, the hot spring spa. There were approximately four dogs in a cage designed for two, atop one-another, yelping and biting for room. What a mess. The dog-catchers would round up more dogs, and throw them in the cage through a hole at the top. The new “inmate” would land on top of the other dogs, and the horrible yelping would continue. We went to the hot springs again. It was nice, but I’m starting to feel a little tired of being the freak around here. Everywhere I go, people stare, and I feel like I’m the attraction at some parade or freak circus.

Furthermore, the women here are totally hot and have awesome bodies, but seem to have icy dispositions. Maybe I’m in the wrong city, or it’s the wrong time of year, but none have evinced the slightest sign of interest in the enigmatic foreigner who just appeared in their parts. I get more looks in Milwaukee than I do here, which is not saying much. What the fuck?
This is definitely Eastern Europe. The vestigial after-effects of Communism are apparent in the crumbling facades, in the generally industrial, sooty conditions here. There are lots of factories – man, it makes me feel sad.

My host Constantin’s family have been generous and hospitable. His wife Cornelia is a slave to the kitchen (by my customs and standards) and seems to live to please her husband. Presumably most women here are totally subservient to men. She is totally religious – Orthodox – and goes as often as she can to church. She sort of reminds me of my mom in some ways.
I miss contact with people. I’ve only really interacted with Constantin, which is fine. He’s talkative, but I long for more people my age. More girls, or different people. I’m in his company from dawn to dusk as we interact with people at the factory. My Romanian is very limited, so I have to refer to the book to speak. I haven’t really tried that much, and I’m dependent on Constantin to communicate with others. Maybe that’s it. I guess I miss the warmth of the people I know in Wisconsin – the familiar faces. Will it ever be possible for me to move away from Milwaukee permanently in search of broader horizons? It feels really difficult being so different from people here. It reminds me of coming to the USA when I was ten.
I also miss playing guitar.

Posted: November 29th, 2003
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En route to Romania

Chicago-O’Hare: waiting to board my flight. Met an older Italian woman named Carla, and appeared on her home video as a friendly person she met on her trip. We talked about how we both liked San Francisco. She was from Torino.
I got a momentary tingle when I gave myself permission to think about where I’m actually going. Budapest! Then Romania! Awesome! The country that bears my name.

Posted: November 25th, 2003
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