said. "And it's Tuesday."
Ski hire, as
usual, took the best part of a day, what with all the form-filling. By the time
I was fitted out, ski lessons were over. With resignation I recorded one more
ski-less day in the diary.
My plane left
Bucharest on Thursday. There was just one day left.
I had breakfast
again with Olga. She was still exhausted from the previous day, when she had
had to climb uphill for six hours to make one downward run. "There are five
ski lifts in this resort," she muttered, "and not one of them is
"Are they all
broken?" I asked.
she said. "They are all in good condition. Very safe."
aren't they working?"
"There was an
accident on the lifts two years ago," she explained. "So now the
government is so careful not to have another tragedy. That is why the lifts are
seldom working; it is safer that way."
I was still
considering this logic when we noticed a great commotion in the parking lot
outside. Two huge chauffeur-driven Mercedes had driven up.
cars," said Olga excitedly. "Ordinary Rumanians just walk; party
members have cars; but ministers have Mercedes, two each. Oh, this is wonderful
news. Doina and Ion will be delighted."