Back to Bucharest

It's not that I really want to but I'm going to end up back in Bucharest. That means another half-day spent in a train station. This is not what I wanted, either. Bucharest has to be the most depressed capital. Of course, you would be, too, if Ceacescu had been your step-daddy for twenty-five years. The city is slowly waking from the more than two-decade long dream (nightmare as lived by the populace) to a reality of a devastated economy and depressed downtown area. This is why I am not going much further than Gara du Nord. Anyway, it's off to wrap up a roll of film and then have a cigarette and a cup of coffee before hitting the tracks again.