Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Life Begins on Friday

‘I accused him, like the bolice, I did! And he goes: I don’t know how to shoot a gun – imagine that! – and that I take him to the hosbital quick, lest he die, I ain’t got no gun, he says, I don’t know where I am, I don’t understand nothing, I recognize nothing, berhabs something hit me on the head! He’s guilty, your

worshib! But what about the blond boyar, didn’t he die?’ Costache regarded the cake shop owner’s coachman carefully: ‘Why do you wish to know?’ Petrefidgetedandanswered to the effect that it was a Christian sort of question. Costache changed his tone and threatened that if he

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