Noël Tamini, then journalist and marathon runner, often praised this country where, he was certain, my traveling spirit and my curious eye would be satisfied. From the fall of the regime in December 1989, leading to the opening of the borders, the way was clear and the time came for an initiation. The pretext of a gypsy marriage precipitated things and from the following July, I found myself in Bucharest gray then in the flat areas towards the Black Sea, the steppe of Baragan, made famous by the thistles of Panait Istrati. My new friends from the Slobozia agricultural museum...
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