One day when we were visiting a cathedral in Romania, Tom made friends with a Romanian family. He had taken a few photos of the father and son. When I approached, the mother motioned for me to take her picture, so I complied. After I took several pictures, she told me (with gestures and lots of Romanian!) she wanted the pictures. She had no understanding of how the pictures she saw on the back of my camera would end up in her hands. I would have loved to provide her with prints because I had the sense that she may never have had a photo of herself before. I had no idea how to make that happen though. I have thought a lot about that encounter since then though. Imagine not understanding anything about computers, the Internet, digital photos, etc.
On the same day, Tom had climbed the clock tower in Sighisoara while I enjoyed an ice cream down below. I wasn't going to eat the cone and as I went to throw it away a hungry little Romanian girl approached and looked at me with sad eyes and held out her hand. I gave her the cone and she wandered off eating it. Later that day we had half of a soft pretzel type thing left and I held onto it in case I saw the little girl again. As we neared our pension, she appeared at my side , eyes on the pretzel bag. Apparently I had sucker written right on my forehead! Tom fed all the mangy, hungry dogs and apparently my job was the dirty, starving little children.
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