That Wind Blowing through the Plaza

Laura Erber

I didn’t go for the dental treatment, or for the gypsy dancing, or for the ţuică, or for Bran Castle. Nor did I go to settle old scores, to do genealogical searches or to buy rare copies of avanguardea literarea romaneasca. I wasn’t interested in the breeze over the Dâmboviţa River, the noct…

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