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It’s said that every journey is a life lesson. That’s very true. Until recently. if I’d have the opportunity to see a place, regardless of season or weather I would go without to many second thoughts.
Eee, sometimes a tough lesson is important, but it is also a good one. So, here I am, on the first day of the new year, at the -25 degrees, all covered up, in a wagon, heading nowhere.
Unfortunately all that I’ve got now to see is what was an odd side of Brașov city. Because it was the first day of the year, in the train station there were just the homeless people or the old ones. The train left me in a station that resembled more to an old weak foster care, drained of life, poor and lost.
I felt that I was more in the ”Limbo”, not in a train station.” The first circle of hell” became my friend. It seemed to be hot in the train station, but it was a sad and smelly heat. Anyway I decided to sit down and read. So I took the book stealth from my backpack and I started reading. I was meant to wait in the train station for many hours. I was lost in these mystic mountains.
Time has passed and next to me a little boy came, a small smuggler. I saw on his face he wanted to rob me, but he was a little scared. I don’t know why, but I was disappointed by his approach. Right now I realized I’m not anymore in Bucharest, the capital seems seems to be like a savanna in comparison with Brașov.
I left the train station with a strange taste in my mouth and I did a momentum towards the first avenue I’ll see. I was looking for a place to sleep. Even now I don’t know what was in my mind at that time. It was the first day of the year, I wasn’t expecting to find a place to sleep in a city as Brașov!
I’ve lost very much time being lost, staying in that cold weather. It seems as if that was the end of nature. ”Gaia” gave me signs that she will not send another summer anymore. I got lost in three hotel receptions where I revived my completely frozen veins. But at some point I decided to go at a gas station. I wanted to drink something warm or to put something in my stomach. The cold drained up all my energy, it brought the primate part of me to light.
Once I sat at a table in the only place alive in Brașov, I started to ask for some indications from the man inside of that place. So he gave me the name of the only hotel which was available in compassion with my money. Thanks to this experience I’ve learned something important. No matter how hard you keep your principles up and no matter how well intentioned they are, sometimes you have to leave the pride aside and take care of your health.
The next morning, after a happy awakening I had my breakfast at the restaurant of hotel. It was a coquettish one, I loved it. They even had a Swedish buffet full of cakes. Uuu, cakes! After I finished my breakfast I went to the bus station in the west part of the city. Here I have found a driver accompanied by a strange dog.
At the beginning the brown eyes of the dog examined me from bottom to the top of my body. Later they became my guides in this white cold. However, until I moved my body from that place it took me some time.
When the dog touched his tail on to my body the fear that I had when I saw him gaze at me had disappeared. This lump of heat that I have received from that dog helped me rediscover the abandoned heat that I left at the hotel where I stood. After I-ve spent a few minutes near a metal stove, the driver asked me if I wanted go to the unknown.
That thirty minutes spent on the thread of asphalt ware quiet. I didn’t expect to have any tropical heat in his van, but I will remember the smell a long time from now on. Because it was a powerful smell of potato rather then a public car. The side windows had frosted over, the steam easily transformed into the veins of ice.
After several stops which ware meant to be bus stations through the mountain town, we finally reached the final destination, Prejmer, the village without people. The end of the road was near to the fortified church, my main objective. The ticket office was a former checkpoint of the medieval fortress. I will remember a long time from now on the inside of the checkpoint, because outside there were -25 and inside it was like a tropical climate. I think that that stove give out of it minimum 50 degrees, if not more. I felt how my blood snaps in my veins.
I do my traveler duty and buy a ticket, not before stealing heat for my body. Once I went outside from that small room, I was amazed by the courtyard. The architectural style was beautiful and made me speechless. But at the same time the cold air coming from the old walls terrified me in a big way.
Behind me I heard some voices. Their germanic language made me think at the medieval era and at all the atrocities done at that time. My fear disappeared for a few moments when in one of the rooms I have found a ball of fur. A beautiful gray kitten brought my smile again. This little one pushed me to visit the wall from inside. For some minutes I walked through darkness and cold. The wind slowly and loudly went through the boards which were under under my feet. I felt that wind with every step I took.
I was shocked as if I was a dead person. I expected to be embraced by any ghost or vampire at any moment.
Overall, the visit in Prejmer was magnifique. It was one of the best lessons, if not the best lesson of my journey in Romania. Certainly I will not repeat some mistakes from now on, but I do not regret anything. There is no perfect man,and no one not to to err .
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