Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 50

He approached the van, and asked, "Where is the other car, the Opel?"

"It was stolen in Varna," Elena replied.

Raising his voice, the police officer said, "You sold it and now you are claiming that it was stolen. You want to cheat the insurance company and want to slander the Bulgarian people."

"What did he say?" Angelo asked.

"He claims you sold the vehicle," Elena explained.

"E che va fanculo,[Fuck'em]" an angry Angelo blurted out.

"Show him the police report," Elena suggested.

Angelo pulled out the report and gave it to the police officer, and said, "He can shove the report up his ass."

The police officer returned the report to Angelo and ordered us to stand at the side. We stood there waiting for about an hour, when Elena finally went over to ask how long we would have to wait. The officer started shouting at her until Angelo came and pulled her away.

Two hours later we were told to come into the office where a border patrol officer was sitting at a desk holding our passports. He looked at us scornfully, stamped our passports and told us we were free to go. That was not the end of it. Our van was thoroughly examined by officers who threw our suitcases out of the van, opened them and dumped our clothes on the ground.

When the inspection was completed, they allowed us to put our things back and continue on our way. We all piled into the van and drove approximately fifty meters to the Romanian border station. Just before entering Romania, all the men got out of the van and urinated in the direction of the Bulgarian border.

When we reached the Romanian border and told the officers what had happened, they told us that they were already used to it. Every few days, tourists return without their vehicles, without their luggage and their passports stolen. "Bulgaria my love, I don't love you anymore."

Back in Bucharest, we arranged to meet in town the next day. I went by taxi with Oana to my small apartment.

When we arrived it was already dark and we were tired. Oana wanted to go home to her apartment. I didn't resist and went upstairs.

After I had showered and rested a little I began to feel hungry. I called Dorina, who sounded happy to hear my voice. I asked her if she would join me for dinner, to which she replied that she would gladly join, but that she wouldn't eat because she had already eaten and was not hungry.

We arranged to meet at a bar not far from where I was living. When she saw me she hugged me warmly and kissed me on both cheeks. I stood there a little surprised, but I smiled and kissed her back.

"I am so glad to see you," she said.

She had so many questions."When did you return? How come you came back early? Did Oana go with you?"

As we walked, I took hold of her hand and she didn't resist. We looked like a couple in love.

As we approached my apartment, I asked her if she would like to spend the night with me. She answered that she really didn't want to. Before we parted, I moved up real close to her and kissed her on the lips. She looked surprised but didn't object.

"Won't you please come up to my apartment," I begged. "I promise you that I will not do anything without your consent."

She agreed, and we went up to my apartment. I had recently purchased two new mattresses which I pushed together.

As she lay in bed next to me, I stretched my hand out to her. She took hold of it, but got no closer.

"Are you in love with Oana?" she asked.

"No, absolutely not. I like her but I am not in love with her," I answered.

"What do you want from me?" she suddenly asked hesitatingly.

"You are constantly on my mind. I cannot stop thinking about you. Even while in Bulgaria I thought of you all the time and when I'm in Italy I don't stop thinking about you," I told her.