So here I lie in my bed in the Carpathian Mountain range, trying to forget the firewater from the night before.
On the television people honour tradition with korg synthesizers - folklore meets technology.
Things are quiet now the rainstorm is over - when the road became a river and the forests sighed.
Every so often I hear the forlorn howl of a dog...or maybe a wolf?
Florin my friend says that when they get ravenous, sometimes they come close to the town.
Now I must sleep.
-Borsec, Eastern Transylvania, May 2012.