"I go back to Cluj, to Romania, for a month this summer," he says. "It is beautiful, Romania. The montagnes. The mer. I buy a house in Cluj. I buy another house for my father. I buy a bakery for my brothers. There are still many problems in Romania. But it is getting better. Every day is better."
The imagination can picture his return. He is wearing the jeans outfit or maybe the purple suit or a red leather Washington Redskin jacket. His shoulders are back. His walk is proud. The lessons of travel and success are obvious. No matter where he is, he now knows he fits.
"I play basketball in Cluj with my old friends and teammates," he says. "They still play every Tuesday night in the same gym."
The imagination fills in the blanks. He misses a shot. He grabs the rebound. He rises again, tall as can be, jumps the three inches and dunks. The basket shakes. The old gym shakes. Everyone stands in wonder at the giant's return.
"Oh, no," he says. "These are my friends. I would not dunk. This is for fun. Against them, I take the three-pointer."