“You and me both, my friend,” Teodora said, a smile attached to her face. “You could say it’s both, actually. I’m Romanian, but I lived in Belgium for five years. Glad I left, though.”
Right, right. I knew I was thinking of one of those. Are they really all that bad? I mean, America’s fine and all, but I’d rather see something different. Change of scenery, you know?








