Chapter III stayed there for two weeks. It was a village beyond Câmpina and not far from Sinaia. To this day, I don’t know its name. The second day I wanted to return to Bucharest. When I mentioned this to Andrei, in the way that you tell someone, at a party, after midnight, that it’s late and time to go home, he just shrugged, laughing.
“It’s not possible.”
“Be reasonable, Andrei. It’s been very nice, but now I should go.”
“How?”
“In your car.”
“It’s broken down.”
“Yesterday, it was perfectly fine.”
“And today it isn’t. It’s a very capricious car.”
“You’re joking.”
“I swear I’m not. This morning, while you were still asleep, I went out and destroyed the carburettor. I’m prudent like that. I thought that you might try to escape. And I thought that our little adventure must be defe
