If you're following the thread of this blog, this is a valid question, and the perfect answer just occurred to me: it's like the play, waiting for Godot. It's one of those ironic references - to me it feels as if Romania has become entrenched in the DNA of this blog, so to fundamentally edit out all references feels like trying to change the DNA of my child (which I don't have - another ironic reference). To give you a preview of my next post, which I'm writing now, it's me tipping my cap to the fact that my life may still take me to Romania, and I for one hope that it does. In fact, just by expressing that hope it probably will ... all of this will make sense in an hour.
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