I drove as slowly as I could to make sure I wouldn’t get to Ploieşti too early. I knew my mom would freak out if I arrived home in the middle of the night, so I paced myself, driving all the truckers out on the road insane. The sun was just rising when I got to the Prahova Valley portion of the trip and I took my time admiring all the overcrowded mountain resorts in the area. I had come here countless times with my school mates, with my parents, and later with my high-school and college friends. It was a one-hour drive from Ploieşti and double the time from Bucharest, so it was the favorite weekend getaway for all the workaholics and students in the region.
Memories rushed through me, reminding me of a life I no longer had. The human life of a girl born at the crossroads of Europe. Funnil
