One system down, a few more to go

All is fair in love, war and when you want to beat the system. You infiltrate the system, you surround the system, you make the system regret its own rules. In other words, I got myself a brand new passport. Unfortunately they added my second given name, the one that I don't use. I suspect since you won't find this second name of mine on my visa I might have some explaining to do the next time I'll be visiting the States... But, hey, nobody is perfect. I am happy to have a passport for my brief stay in Bulgaria next door then to Columbia. The Republic of Columbia.

In other news my washing machine broke. That is coming your way when you actually own that piece of machinery. No Laundromats around Romania! The thing with the washing machine is ironic since in Romanian the idiom is "the washing machine burned". Mine burned and also retained all the water. In making so it also turned my kitchen into a small Venice at the eight floor. In the same category of things not working or plain missing, my brother's bike was stolen. Well, initially it was my bike that I have lent him and it got stolen and he was so upset I let him buy a new bike and keep it. Ironically, he did the same with his brother in law. For the slower wits, my brother lent his brother-in-law the bike then the bike was stolen. I expect my brother won't see the bike nor any compensation now. What goes around comes around?

Finally, I took my folks out for a couple of beers. I tell you this city is going to see some major touristic development soon. I am talking about Timisoara. Anyway, back to the beer, I first borrowed money from my mother, then I bought both of them treats. I am a good son! Some three hours later I overheard my father asking my mother "I don't recall, has our party paid the bill?!?". Way to go, dad! we need more training. I have decided we need a real vacation all together, just for fun. Mom and dad little quarrels will make for entertainment.

Finally, since my father has had a beer, Claus is driving me to the railway station. We are now in our thirties, right? So mom goes "that kid is crazy! you need to take a taxi". See, Claus? five years of being sober won't just wash away two years of drunken foolishness. Mothers have a fierce memory, or at least mine has.

Ok, love you all, but especially you know who. Tomorrow is a full day, and some large part of it is at work. And that kinda sucks.