I had become obsessed with the question Why are people so bad? So obsessed that I went in search of the Savior. I put on my Where is Jesus now t-shirt, my cross around the neck, my sandals and walked out into the street, confidently inhaling the noxious fumes of Bucharest. I stepped onto the first crossing, feeling the heat of the asphalt like a devil’s cauldron, and at the other …
