Finally HOME!

For more than a year and a half, I struggle to get home, in Resita. How life did took different turns, at least last year, I didn't hit the road when I would liked to. As all tend to go crazy, for a few months now, I decided to give up all the stress and to go home to my grandmother, to relax, loose my brain damage, to eat and sleep (I so need some extra pounds). :)



The so called Holiday has not started as everyone would liked, but I'm sure it would end much better. We left Bucharest on Monday night. I dropped the idea of leaving by train, cause I got the opportunity to save some bucks. I chose to go on the road, with a good friend of mine, with a van full of merchandise and a detour through the country. Nothing extraordinary, on the contrary, a good opportunity to see something else in this little country, our Romania. Lots of cappuccino (I can not let my relationship with coffee to get cold even on the road ...), stories, good music in the background. Olt Valley, Sibiu ... ... ... Snow looked like it was through fairytale landscapes, I did fall asleep from time to time ... Sibiu - Petrosani.... Andersen fairy scenery. Hamlets with houses covered in snow ... smoke rising from the chimneys of houses, like in the drawings of children's books. Shaking snow out of clouds, puffy as if I lived in a beautiful film that illustrated the Christmas Eve ... Almost expecting to see something like Santa Claus with sleigh and reindeer, somewhere on the horizon ...
Although we were supposed to go from Petrosani to Timisoara,and then Resita , plans had changed and went straight to Resita. I did fall asleep somewhere between Otelul Rosu and Caransebes. At once I heard Sorin (the second driver) voice like I was dreaming, "screaming in a whisper"... a voice easy desperate or scared. "Aoleuuu" ... I opened my eyes and I felt the van dancing on the road... Suddenly all the merchandise in the back was "dancing" with the van... Than everything began to fly and fall all over us... In a split second I saw a pile of mud covered with snow ... and I managed to think ... "FUCK!! This is it s !....." then the hit. I closed my eyes and I heard "Cassie". I felt a hand reaching for my head. Although it happened in seconds ... I honestly say that those were too long ... The van remained stuck in a ditch rather high, on the opposite side of the road ... with the muzzle in the direction from where we came from... I went out trembling like a leaf in the wind deh!! Adrenaline always tells its word ... in less than a minute, I found that I'm ok and I suddenly I needed to smoke a cigarette. It was quiet then ... but in a few moments my phone started to ring. Recognizing the tone ... I yelled "SHITT ... MUM!" ... I didn't said anything to her, I was afraid not to worry her for nothing. I do believe that between us there's a kind of telepathy. Every time I feel bad or wrong, she simply calls me, and since her confession, vice versa.

People here ... WOW! If they would be the same all over, it will be a slight better world! I think there was no car that didn't stop to ask if we needed anything,if we're ok... The traffic police enforcement were great (if someone can believe that), they showed me a restaurant, a few hundred meters from the scene, and told us to go there, for some hot tea, and to keep ourself warm. After about two cups of tea, I began to feel the blows on my feet and head. Indeed I have found a broken fingernail. All in all though, thank God I got away only with that, all of us. A bad day in which almost everything goes wrong, when nothing can be connected. One of those days when you better not get up from bed.



After about 7 hours of waiting in the restaurant, I discovered, thanks to another friend, that I can go home right away by train ... The "Train of Horrors" as we used to name it in the past. Caransebes - Resita, 50 Km of horror... usually stuffed with peasants with bags full of everything for the market, smelling like animals, unwashed, Stinking ... always cold like ice, or dieing of heat in the summer ... And last but not least the 40 or 50 kilometers made in about an hour ... This time, however, for the first time that day, something was going well ...

The train was empty and it was warm! ... I was telling to myself... the same time on the road ... but then I'll get to my grandmother's house and be greeted with love and hot tea as in my childhood days when I get back from sledging ... To my great surprise I found Resita exactly as I remember ... the only disappointing aspect was the quiet on the streets. Even if it was midnight, in the days when we were kids, I doubt that someone will be sleeping peacefully in the early evenings with perfect good snow for sled ...

Yet with all that happened ... I could say that I was finally HOME!, Resita, to my grandmother always loving, to my family that I terribly missed... That HOME which I always dream at and I will always miss ...


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