Clara put a finger in front of her nose, telling me to be silent.
"Everything in good time. You'll see!"
Villa Dracu looked a lot like the Della Rosa house in Liguria, and even the inauguration ceremony was in a way a repetition of the one we had experienced the previous autumn. The surrounding landscape was different, the people were different, the sound of the language was different, a language that in any case derived from our old Latin, but was difficult to understand for an Italian like me. After the official speeches, the party went ahead following the colorful local customs, outdoors, in the large space in front of the villa. An orchestra comprised of guitars, balalaikas and a few percussion instruments accompanied a group in costume from Sibiu, a village in the nearby Apuseni Mou
