Doina

Cluj is home to red pigs but also angry doughnuts. And although I've wanted to visit Romania now for many a year, I never dared to hope that the trip might include hot balls of dough dripping sour cherry innards. By strange and yet appropriate co-incidence, back in P-town, there are also eccentric anthropomorphic doughnuts. And were they to each to grow several miles tall and exchange blows in the middle of the Atlantic (or perhaps Central Asia), might I not then taste their soft fried flesh in unison as it rained down in surgery violence? Mmmm. It is a future devoutly to be wished.