Tuesday, JUNE 10

Tuesday, June = 10 (Bucharest City - Maps)

I slept from God, 8 hours without even girarmi beds.
I hear ringing at the door, I will appear before a girl from the stucco to remain as it is sexy, just microskirts and spiked heels, a smiling face and graceful, I think I eat the leaves and I say, even before opening the mouth, which I'm not interested.
Do the act to close the door, but being serious, I said that my friend sent,
E 'be a tourist guide and was sent to me to know the sights of Bucharest and show me the posts that interest me.
Here are my apologies, I did not know who would be coming.

"His friend told me that I had to submit to this address, and then for the reward you would have thought.
But if I do not want to leave "

We do not make jokes, such a beautiful guide to find more, I accept your work and go out there for the city.
Monuments and interesting architecture, streets full of people busy and chaotic traffic enough.
Lunch consumed in a self-service to a nearby park, the afternoon visit: La Casa Del Popolo, from Pharaonic palace wanted despot Nicolae Ceausescu, executed in 1989 at the end of the revolution.
We meet a group of angels who ask and offer a hug,...




impossible to refuse. Even in other cities I have seen girls who offer this kind of peace gesato, laudable initiative.
E 'evening she introduced me to places I would have never found alone, thank you for your willingness and patience.
I go away, but turning to me asking me where to pass the night, my expression denotes embarrassment, he began to laugh:

"Do not misunderstand me wondering where the fun goes on, in what local mean. If I can make pleasure with her, at least not bump into the girls who can WILLINHOLLY "

All this said, smiling and I am happy to accept.
Not even remotely think of eating, we all night for spelluzzicare in local freguenteremo.
I expect another night in white.
Bucharest, at night, completely changing the face, illuminated monuments are fantastic, the hot air of early summer, invites you to stroll through the streets, walking among the tables of the bar full of people on the sidewalks of downtown.
We dived into a couple of Pub, a nightclub, even a night to see a striptease.
Around three in the morning, we rest in a music bar, the night was full of emotions and her next, I felt twenty years younger, I asked if I enjoyed it, demand unnecessary, given the smile ebete printed on my face.
Tired but happy for an evening of fun, to accompany her home and thank the company and its full availability, a kiss and disappears up the stairs.
I'll be back with slow steps toward my lair, is 4 am, I see kids playing drunk, pulling a kick empty cans of beer, a poor Christ lying on a bench sleeping supporting his head on his poor things, some girls at the corners roads, the police cars that slow around this marginalized humanity.
Nothing new under the sky.
5 hours in the morning, the bed is huge, useless and empty, I sleep in a corner, dreaming is not the only advantage. > (DIARY DAY FOLLOWING JUNE 11 )