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E un festival care are loc în fiecare an și durează două luni. Adică încă mai aveți timp să aplicați pentru viză și să veniți să vizitați, bineînțeles, dacă doriți. Dar cum nu mă preocupă modul în care vă petreceți vacanțele (deși sincer, nu e mare lucru de văzut, la o adică, fac eu rapid un rezumat!) o să merg mai departe în încercarea mea de a îmi aminti cam care e treaba cu festivalu’ asta. Dar mai bine las imaginile pe care le-am imortalizat să vorbească de la sine, sunt foarte elocvente. Imaginile sunt imortalizate cu prețioasa mea camera foto. A, apropo, am făcut totuși o mica descriere la fiecare fotografie, ca să aveți o idee cât de cât despre ce reprezintă.

Unu’ care vindea murături la copii.

O adunătură de oameni.

Decorul general.

Au apărut și unii din Războiul Stelelor în schemă.

Regele cu alaiul său la picnic.

Una care se maimuțărea pe acolo.

Una care nu se maimuțărea.

Una care mustăcea, știm noi de ce.

Un grup (după cum vedeți, fata de mai sus face parte din grupul acesta) de dansatoare indoano-balcano-braziliene (au zis ceva și de România la un moment dat, pe bune) care cică dansau țigănește, așa ziceau ei, dar de fapt erau dansuri orientale din alea din buric, după cum reiese și din îmbrăcămintea lor.

Cam așa a fost. Dacă mai vreți detalii, mă duc înapoi la festival, la cerere. Ma gasiți la numelemeu coadă de maimuță houstonrenaisancefestival punct com

I know it’s really nothing to say about them dogs, they are there and they are cute. But sometimes they are simply heartbreaking.

I love dogs. Since I don’t have a dog I like to take photos of them and then look at them. If you wonder why I don’t have one despite the fact I love them so much, that is because I forget to feed them. If I sometimes don’t know when I’m hungry how in the world would I guess when the dog hungry?
I don’t know if I always loved dogs. I am pretty sure I did not like stray dogs because there were a lot of them around here and they attacked people, so I considered them the evil kind of dogs. One time, I was with my sister late at night between the dark blocs. We find ourselves suddenly surrounded by e herd of crazy vampire rabid dogs. They were barking at us so bad that you’d say we had done something bad that offended them. I would have preferred to be yelled at by mom than by those dogs. “Let’s start running” said my sister. My instinct told me the same but rationally I knew that we had to stay still. I told her to start talking to them… just like that, dog talk. In no time at all the dogs began wagging their tails at us and fighting each other about who’s getting petted.
This is when I learned they were cool. Ever since, when I am walking on the street and see any, I look at them deeply in the eyes and tell them that I am not an enemy. They always seem to understand that.
So whenever I can, I help other dogs to stay away from inconsiderate people. There was a dog that had find a lady whose mind he could play with. He was barking at her and getting closer, to her obvious fret. She got scared and this is when I intervened. “Here doggy doggy” I called the dog and told the lady to stop running.
In a little while I find myself with a tail wagging behind my backpack. That did not disturb me. But in front of me a guy starts laughing and then he says:
-Pretty nice dog, how much you want for him? I looked at him from head to shoes and said:
-It’s for free if you tell me where you got you Make shoes from.

As insightfully requested in the previous post by a reader, I decided to make this post the second part of the dog story started before. So, briefly, here you go.

I was visiting Dragasani one day, a city nearby Valcea. I was just trying to make the time pass. And there he was, the little black dog. After few more steps, I have seen all his family waiting for him in front of the bank. I did not took take a photo of the bank itself, because I am not advertising.

I think that lately, in order to save some money, banks hire unsheltered dogs as guardians.

Isn’t he cute?