Yesterday has definetly been a day for experiments. I’m writing at such a late hour because of the consequences of this ‘oh so gloriuous’ day..

I decided the best way to shake nation-related stress outta people was to get them all together and makin’ all of them hold full glasses. The experiment was a success..in 2 hours time..I had no idea what the hell happened to my living room or the names of each one of this strange invaders. It’s always nice to articulate such an image.

So, yesterday in my living room, nations were shaking hands…not ‘The Nations’..but nations alltogether: Rusia, Romania, Israel, US, Belarus, Bulagaria, Croatia, Grece, Serbia, Hungary..ofcourse!

Two delicate mentions to this aspect..and I’ve so learned to be delicate since I’m here about such subjects:

- there were also two Hungarians from Transylvania, Romanian citizens

+ a confused Romanian citizen..who, due to the many years he spent abroad, on very intelectual-consuming studies, seems to find himself in a sort of a national identity confusion. He’s Romanian alright..but figure that I’ve only managed to find out for sure two days ago..due to the fact that he’s such a good fake American. May the American God bless him then….

I was talkin’ to him yesterday…about smokes..cauz he’s been in the Netherlands for some time..and he tells me:

- Well, u can imagine..i smoked there..but i wouldn’t smoke in Romania..I don’t know, I just feel soo in-cri-mi-na-ted!

No kidding! What were u gonna do? Light up a smoke with a bunch from The Orthodox Youth Association?

Afterwards, he asks me:

 - But here…have u tried it here? Did u ask anybody?

:))))))) Again! What was I gonna do? Stand up in the first day of school in the Auditorium and speak up for a good cause:

- Hey..don’t know u yet..but any junkies in here?

Next funny thing on yesterday’s temporal map. Some thoughtful guys had an idea to throw a welcome party for the foreign students. So…all of CEU was there yesterday + all the exchange students in Budapest. They were trying to make u feel welcome in such a stylish manner that they sticked numbers on you when u entered the club. The guys had blue numbers, the girls..red. Foreigners are so concerned of our well-bein’ that they’re trying match-makin on the first week. Ofcourse..due to this weird method..more funny things still happened. An American girl, quite American, was runnin’ around the disco in a mini-skirt, high heel boots and a top without shoulders that made her bossom almost fall out:

-Hi? Are u 73? U’re not? Who is 73? That’s my match!

I’m sure she married the guy by dawn..at least in the least formal of all ways.

(perhaps it was not’73′.but who counts? )

The boys were teasing me:

- Aren’t u going to find ur match?

I said:

- No, I just wanna drink. I’m tired. Already found a few of them in the past…