Childhood friends reunited

As a child in Romania I spent part of my time in a small town called Remet where my father was the only doctor. My best friend at that time was Christina. Crina (her nickname) and I had an amazing time. We ran around exploring the forest, hiked all day and rolled down the steep hills. In the winter time we would go sledding until our fingers were frozen. Sometimes we would visit the fishery or the local farmer and play with the animals. Though, some didn’t like the attention and would chase us around instead. I almost lost a finger at one point. Another fond memory I have is one that left a lasting impression, of her father’s paintings that were scattered through out their house. I remember admiring his work and wondered how I could be a painter when I grow up. All this was left behind when I moved to New York at the age of 7. Through out the years Crina and I managed to keep in touch and I still have all the letters she sent. She eventually moved to France, got married and now lives in Nice. A few months ago she sent an email about her upcoming trip to New York. I was very excited to finally have the opportunity to catch up. After 23 years of corresponding we finally met on Sunday. Photo: L to R: Ela (older sister) and Crina