I was outside and I knew it was bad. I was afraid of the police. I was standing in front of my parents place. Streets were empty. A few teenagers came and asked me to carry a huge heavy log with them. My ex came along at some stage but he was eating pufuleti (a cheap romanian snack made of cornflour) and was carrying a small backpack. I asked him if he could help us carry that heavy log, it was really hard to carry. He said his hands were busy.

Cluj Napoca


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