The
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*** Sunday, 24 Nov 2002 *** I woke up at 4:30 AM and faked it until 5 AM and then
got up instead of lying awake in the bed.
I checked my Rolodex and discovered that I had never entered
most of the names of the Romanians I want to contact professionally. When I was here before the secretaries
called for us since only some officials spoke English. I will have to update my Rolodex in a
big way.
The drippy rain stopped, there is blue in the sky and
the day was mild: more refreshing than cold.
Before 8 AM I started a walk that took me south along Calea Dorobantsilor
to Piatza Romana to the old office near the American Embassy, to Revolution
Square (where Bush spoke yesterday) and the stands were almost completely
gone, up Calea Victorie (past where I lived on my first trip) to Piatza
Victorie Square and then back to my temporary apartment. It was a delight. Bucharest seems much less changed than I had been led
me to believe; on my walk I saw only one new major building though the
streets seem cleaner. There
is a lot I haven't seen yet, so we shall see. I called Dennis and left a message that I would be at
the Pizza Hut in Piatza Romana at Noon but when I got there I realized
that I had failed to reset my watch for the hour difference between
Zurich and here. He found me anyway and we had a pleasant
chat. The pizza there was
not as good as I remembered it. I asked Dennis about the dog problem and he said that
the he thought the current mayor had had them rounded up and shot. Bridget Bardot (a noted animal rights
activist) couldn't have been too happy about that but I don't see what
other solution is possible in a poor country. I came back from meeting Dennis and decided on a short
nap. It was wonderful and
I held it to 90 minutes so I should get to sleep at a reasonable hour
tonight. I finally went to bed at 11 PM and slept
soundly. *** Monday, 25 Nov 2002 *** My ride came by at 9 AM and I was shortly at the office.
To my surprise, this old office, was not the "old"
office that I had worked in three and four years ago so it was new to
me. It was nicer than what
I remembered but was already overfull as there were 21 staff (mostly
local) already working. There
were only four survivors from the old days, everyone else was new but
I was impressed with their quality and level of energy. I met our CTO.
She told me that John and Barbara Foster were no longer in the
country. It made me thirst
for their wonderful apartment over Cismigiu Park. Unfortunately I have no way to contact the landlord having
no idea who he or she might be. *** Tuesday, 26 Nov 2002 *** I got to the office at 9 AM and tried to get connected
to the network and a printer.
Mihai, the project computer guy, was very helpful but my Mac
was resistant. Still we got it all worked out fairly
quickly. Out viewing apartments. My realtor was flummoxed by my desire to live in the old downtown.
She showed me some very nice apartments in the Aviatorilor area
but, except for the first one, I was not impressed.
She will show me more tomorrow. I sat in on a meeting of most everyone where they discussed
the preliminary interviews they will do around the country on needs
assessment. It was a long
meeting, but productive and useful, especially at the early stage of
such a project as ours. I left at 4:30 for lunch and had spicy chicken wings
at KFC. Three days and
three American meals -- I have to start transitioning to the local cuisine. I figured out how to buy a ticket on the bus that heads
my way up Dorobantsilor but not how to find out which bus I wanted. I ended up walking home which wasn't a
problem for it was a nice evening.
As I walked I checked out the route numbers of the busses that
were going my way. *** Wednesday, 27 Nov 2002 *** Mihai connected me to Crina's printer via Virtual PC
but said that he couldn't do it for the Mac side since there was no
Windows server. In January
we can eliminate this limitation. Lunch turned out to be an odd affair with people gradually
arriving at different times and, since we had not organized it, people
gradually finished and left before the late arrivers had gotten there. Still, the conversation was good and the
food was good; I had chicken schnitzel which I enjoyed. Allen told me that I was invited to Whispers, an "American"
restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner. I asked what an "American" restaurant
was. He didn't really have
an answer so I decided to go and find out. Went apartment hunting again and found something I liked
but the rents I was quoted would exceed my allowance. I decided to see apartments with a different company tomorrow
(Thanksgiving Day). Late in the day I went to fx.ro, the Internet service
provider that I used when last in Romania, and signed up myself and
Allen for home Internet service.
The staff didn't seem to mind me signing for Allen just after
I signed for myself. When I got back we found out the cities we would be
visiting in the next ten days.
Busy and exciting. *** Thursday, 28 Nov 2002 Thanksgiving! ***
I walked toward Piatza University which I regard as
the center of the city. I
was starving when I got to the McDonalds in the underground and tried
to order a plain cheeseburger with extra cheese.
The young lady behind the counter seemed very confused. She got her boss who was male but not
much older. He asked me
for my order again and then solved the problem by saying in his best
English "It is not possible."
I made do. I was scheduled to have a Thanksgiving meal at the "American"
restaurant called Whispers (the sign on its front describes it as "a
pub and restaurant") so I searched it out so that I would not have
a problem finding it later in the evening and then headed home quite
tired. I took the train
to the Aviatorilor stop and then, misunderstanding where I was, walked
around the entire (very large) traffic circle.
Then I jumped on a bus and went to Piatza Dorobantsilor where
I crossed the street improperly and tore my slacks and bruised my hand
and knee when I clumsily stepped over a low fence.
I got back to my apartment and lay abed for over an hour before
leaving for dinner. I took
the train to University Square and walked to Whispers where I met some
Americans and Romanians and had an nice Thanksgiving dinner. The turkey was sweet and juicy but there was no cranberry sauce.
All in all it was a nice time. |
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