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“See you tomorrow,” said my Romanian host as she walked out the front door, leaving me with the key to her house.
I was spending my homestay night in Bucharest alone; an Australian backpacker entrusted with a stranger’s home.
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“A nap? But it’s the middle of the day!”
I adamantly refused my aunt’s suggestion for an afternoon respite. “I’m going out for a walk.” I trudged through the empty streets alone, past all the closed shops: A foolish tourist out walking in a 40-degree heat wave. “Excuse me, this ATM isn’t working.”
“There's another one in the public bar,” said the young bartender, pointing me towards a door. “Oh, and I think I should warn you - it’s a topless bar.” “Do you like to sing?”
“No,” I replied. “Oh…well, there’s a great community choir in Coolum, if you’re interested. It’s a good way to make new friends.” “Thanks, I’ll think about it.” “Why are you still in your pyjamas?” I asked, horrified, “The movie starts in half an hour!”
I frantically got the kids dressed, brushed their hair and headed out the door. “But we haven’t had breakfast yet.” “What…” I spluttered, “have… you… been… doing all morning?” “Playing.” |
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