I think I’ve made a fool of myself: I’ve fallen in love with Viorica. What, which Viorica? Viorica Vasilica, the whole country knows her. She looks exactly like my first love. Her face, her body, but especially her speech, full of grammatical mistakes. Last night I dreamt of her. She’d become president and given me some knighthood. Instead of the usual sword taps on my shoulders, protocol …
