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Chapter 2 - Durlești

  The cold winter wind battered our windshield as we slowly drove down the nighttime street in central Chișinău, heading toward the house. I turned right, and after a few more seconds of driving, we returned to the porch. After parking the car under the covered space, I asked Alina to take the groceries out of the trunk while I covered the car with the tarp we kept in the back seat.  Upon entering the house, we found Costin lying on the couch to our left, watching TV. The fireplace was lit. "Great, you bought firewood, thanks." I said. "We only brought one box, since we had to walk back — you guys had the car. There’s a bit more in the storage room in the back; it was already there when we arrived yesterday" replied Costin. Anton was in the dining room, working on some kind of device surrounded by lots of electronic components and small tools. When Alina and I came into the house, he just greeted us with a simple “hey” and kept working. On TV, a dramatic old Rom...
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Capítulo 2 - Durlești

El frio viento del invierno golpeaba nuestro parabrisas mientras avanzábamos lentamente por la calle nocturna del centro chisinauense, en dirección a la casa. Giré a la derecha, y después de unos segundos de andar un poco más, regresamos al pórtico. Al aparcar el carro en el espacio techado, le pedí a Alina que sacase las compras del supermecado de la maleta mientras yo cubría el carro con la lona que teníamos en el asiento trasero. Al entrar a la casa, encontrámos a nuestra izquierda a Costin acostado en el sillón viendo la televisión. La chimenea estaba encendida. -Genial, compraron leña, gracias. Dije. -Sólo trajimos una caja, pues tuvimos que regresar a pie, el carro lo tenían ustedes. Hay un poco más en el cuarto de almacén de atrás, ya estaba aquí cuando llegamos ayer. Respondió Costin. Anton se encontraba en la sala del comedor, trabajando en algún tipo de dispositivo con muchas piezas electrónicas y herramientras pequeñas a su alrededor. Cuando Alina y yo entramos a la casa, só...
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Chapter 1 -Chișinău

In the darkness of the night faintly lit by the moonlight, I lay on my bed unable to sleep, swaying side to side with the shaking of my wagon. Calling it a "bed," by my standards, would be misleading; the truth was that the mattress was immensely uncomfortable, and the constant vibration of the journey, combined with the winter cold, made falling asleep a real challenge. Supposedly, the beds were very good for an 11-hour trip, but at least in my case, that wasn’t true. I was lying on my back, thinking about the typical trivial things a person insomnia tends to ponder—or at least they seemed meaningless to me—because knowing that I wouldn’t have enough time to rest in the next morning, the best thing that I could do was having a good night’s sleep. When we settled into our cabin, Costin stayed awake for a couple of hours while we talked about anything. Anton fell asleep almost immediately, since he had worked that day and was exhausted even before the journey began—he works ...
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