I really don't know, but for him it need not to be, this is how he is.
I think he is the single cause for Swedish making jokes of Norwegians (and they do, while the Norwegians makes jokes of the Danish, who jokes about the Germans. I think the Finnish jokes about Swedes, not sure).
Finally a serious subject to which I have an answer.
Picture two and eight, two is the one with a white blouse and colourful face looking slightly up towards the camera. Eight is the jeans jacket CIA picture (ear piece fumbling).
No.. no. ... no.... Not in Cluj. The pretties in Cluj are students visiting from the south I am sure.
And if the girls in Galati would stop bleaching and colour their hair red, they may have a chance to enter the very tough competition of beauty over there. It is fierce.
I am waiting for the Asians to make a move, we will have a completely different owner spread in two years.
Asking me? About time.
But it will cost dearly, forget borrowing money for that new car in a while, there is simply not enough cash in the market !
For those that have cash saved for worse days can make a good return by investing them with money market hedgers. Very risky, but the big move will be in there.
And lastly, the actual value of business is not gone, even if it seems the markets are evaluating it at 0 or worse right now.
It is the direct dividend that is gone, for short term investors there are no fun left in owning properties or lending money.
The houses still stands, the ground steady below. As long as we are not wanting to sell and do not have mortgages up above the roof we are good. That value stays and will recover.
It is a huge cool down but this time there is money elsewhere waiting to come to play.
Doomsday used to be a Saturday when we sat in a network playing Doom. The day after was sand in the eyes, empty coke cans everywhere and the taste of onion crisps still lingering on the tip off the fingers.
Phoenix, simple, look for Intercontinental at the big open space with a crazy roundabout. Behind it you find an American office, called the Embassy something. Near that, behind a big blue cubist building lies a club called Nemo.
A deep divers suit (real one!) at the entrance welcomes you in.
They have their Volley players dancing on the bar disk. You'll like it. A few friends meet up here quite often.
If it gets to hot and nasty in here we can always walk a couple blocks along Magheru and slip in at any of the other pubs, clubs and bars strewn about the length of that street.
In Bucharest it does not matter what time of the day it is or what day it is, there will be a place open and serving with a smile, for every taste.
Do I sound like paid by the tourist ministry? No need, I still have got my smile on from after the last visit
RE: Where is everybody today?
Yes, you were