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If I ever said that I loved Romania, I have to modify this a little bit now. There
is one guy in particular that I want all bad things to happen to: The guy who
managed to steal my wallet. I really want all possible pain in the world to be
inflicted on him, especially everything that involves destruction of his capability
to reproduce!! For those of you laughing now, and thinking that it was about time something like this happend to Christopher, considering that he is so careless, F... Y..!! The story goes as follows: Christopher is on his way to the post office, to get some stamps and post 4 postcards that he should have posted about four weeks ago. He's happy and cheerful as always, walking through the park, when suddenly a man passing him puts out an arm, stops Christopher and turns him around. Christopher sees a man, well dressed, holding out his hand to "salut" Christopher. Everything goes so fast, and Christopher has met a lot of people in Romania, so I shake his hand in case I should recognize this man. With my lack of brain activity, this happens all the time, I meet people I should remember, so I just pretend as nothing, until I know where I met them..... This fellow starts shaking and clapping my buttoned leather jacket, babbling to me in Romanian. I give him a big smile, explaining to him " Nu stiu Romana". BAD MOVE!! The fellow already looked aggressive, and to strong for little me, and this part really pissed him off. I was pretty sure he was doing some sort of drugs, because he had this strange look, but he didn't seem to be drunk. Anyway, he grabs me by my hips, and kicks his knee in my balls. Not too pleasant, I have to say, so I clinch my legs together, bend over a little bit, while he tries to repeat this extremely efficient manouver. To preserve and protect my "family jewels", I do the first obvious thing, I turn my hip to him, because luckilly I don't have any reproduction organs there.. That's no problem to him, he's more than pleased with kicking his knee in my thigh. Getting kind of bored of this game, being quite sure that this is not a friend of mine, I break loose, and walk away. Balls hurting, and a little bit shaky and mad, wondering what the hell just happened. But anyway, a little bit happy that I got away from this idiot. But for how long was Adam in Paradice??? This Adam, was happy until he was going to pay for his stamps, realising that the asshole had managed to steal my wallet out of the front pocket of my pants, while holding my hips and kicking my nuts........ I have to hand it to him, this guy was good!! I never gave my wallet a single thought after he kicked me in my balls. It was the perfect distraction manouver, and I have to give him credit for this part. And about the money, I don't give that much thought, I can manage without 100,000 Lei. Loosing my bus pass isn't that big a deal either, it was about to expire anyway. Giving this asshole my VISA card, wasn't too big a problem, just some organisation to cancel my card and ordering an emergency card which arrived two days later. And a fee of God knows what... BUT KICKING ME IN MY NUTS to get this wallet, was just too much, because having this ache in my balls all night long to remind me that somebody stole my wallet, that was just too much. Everytime my nuts hurt, it felt like this idiot was mocking me, and I did not appreciate that feeling. So if anybody who reads this is familiar with curses, voodoo or anything similar, that can enable me to get even with this motherf...., and his future family, I would really appreciate it if you could contact me. Besides this, I still love Romania!! |
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Christopher Olsen is a fellow trainee here in Romania.� Any comments regarding
this article should be sent to CHRISTOPHER OLSEN, [email protected] - Regards,
Damien.� |
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