Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Doina RuSti

reached Bucharest, where two people were waiting for him: Maiorca and Doicescu, two people who had changed his life.

boyar had awoken as his young voice carried over all the surrounding houses. Ali the lemonade seller, with his little tray hanging from his neck and the lemonade cauldron on his back, was the first to know. He was the one who let the grocers of Cucului Market know, who then ran for the back door, burdened by first fruits for breakfast. The middleman from Colţea Tower saw them thumping about like a squad of bugs to spread the word over the yards of St. George Inn, where the shop keepers sprang with groceries, never missing out on red olives, whey cheese and roasted coffee on a bed of sesame. Only afterwards did the fishermen start off with cod roe, followedby the butchers and the rest of the

5. As the Wallachian set off on his journey to the promised land of Bucharest, Dan Braşoveanu Doicescu was just getting out of bed. And in the Colţea mahala where Doicescu was ruler, everyone knew that the

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