Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Ioana Pârvulescu

a K and a tz, although in his statement the man had written it with a normal C and a normal ț, and secundo , that he, Costache Boerescu, had been omitted from the news item. But these were trifles. And he looked into the fireplace once more, at the dancing tongues of flame, which soothed him, and then he went to the window again. No snow flake resembled any other, and, so Costache hoped, no fingerprint could resemble any other. Unfortunately, it had not yet been proven whether the patterns on a man’s fingertips might alter over the course of his lifetime, but Costache was almost certain that within a few years the fact that they did not would be demonstrated scientifically. His superior arrogantly contradicted him and gave

as an example trees, which, when sawn in two reveal their own print. But if you compare the rings of a young tree with those of an old tree, you will see that in the latter the distances between them are greater and increase with the years, and that the accidents of good and bad years change their outlines. The same must also apply to aman, the Prefect of Police concluded. Costache did not get on with his superior, although he acknowledged that he was not a stupid man. The 22nd of November had been the anniversary of his arrival, the datewhen, full of complexes and affectations, he had taken up the post. His brother Ion, the Prefect of Bacău, had been mixed up in a scandal involving the torture of a prisoner, from which he had got off

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