back to Romania 08/23/16 - 09/09/16

I must say about this, I must. It turned out, 2 days after I returned to Los Angeles, that this had been the last trip with daddy. With daddy. It will never be another one. With daddy in all forms of possibilities: laughing, goofing around, holding me in his arms, storytelling new things about his childhood or just repeating the same ones (which case the enjoyment was the same), asking me about America, and last but not least asking me when I was going to come back so we can go fishing together and be around each other as he was turning older and older, with the answer alway being: I'll do my best, dad. I did my bullshit instead. forgive me forgive me, please forgive me...