Permaflow 20, Audi and yachts http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/03/realini-in-newsweek-participant-in.html

 

Permaflow 20, Audi and yachts http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/03/realini-in-newsweek-participant-in.html

 

 

Taking back the Audi was not so easy, never mind paying for the repairs to the wreck which had cost me the incredible twenty five hundred that Stefan has in fact stolen from me – we could say it was a case for court, to sue and prove he swindled, just like the police would suggest in the piece to come – because of a few factors, one was the ‘speed’ with which the mechanics worked, or rather did not, and then an unexpected incident…

 

They dragged their feet in the atelier, until one day, when I passed by to see the ‘progress’ they have made, there was no Audi – by the way, the mechanics were in a prime location, a few hundred meters away from the Victory Square, the seat of the government, in the area where they have some office towers now – and nobody knew where it was, hence I had to go to the police station, near the Neculce high school.

The response was baffling, though somehow in accordance with the reputation militiamen had -in the commie days, police was militia and those who worked there ‘enjoyed’ a reputation of being totally stupid (and indeed, one had to be, in order to join such a beano, rotten, or most likely, both) and the jokes with them include the likes of ‘how many militiamen do you need to replace a light bulb, answer five, one to keep the bulb and four to rotate the table, or how many policemen die in a traffic accident, eight, four in the initial crash and four when they reconstitute it’- for they said they would not look into the matter.

 

Since I had left the car in the mechanic’s atelier, which technically it was not true, for it was Stefan who had done it, the automobile was there on trust and if it is not there anymore, this is none of their business, I just have to take the matter to court, which might pronounce in my favor, and then I can claim the missing property, but for the militia, it is not a question of theft, just missing vehicle and an issue between me and the mechanic…

So the solution was one familiar to the corrupt ancient regime and quite clearly, very much ingrained in the ‘new aka the same system’ on so many counts, and it involved paying a bribe, finding the ‘sectorist’, the militiaman (maybe they were still called militiamen, for we are talking just some months into 1990, very soon after the revolution) that had the area of the repairs outfit in his portfolio…

 

I gave him an incentive, a reward if the car is found, not to call it paying for him to do his job and we went together to the man who had to fix the automobile and found that it was the son who took the car and somehow we were told whereabouts we could find it, which was near the bridge under which I pass quite frequently now, where Grivita ends and Bucurestii Noi begins, and there was some damage, but hey, I had the yacht.

 

An Audi was much like an yacht in those days, in terms of the prestige associated, not the navigation into the waters of the Atlantic and the effect was clear on the company we could get in that car, the speed with which it travelled (it could get up to 200 kilometers per hour and rather fast) and we took it to Germany for trade, where we had to replace the parts for the breaks at a high cost for us back then (it would be even now, what with the recession coming and a goddamn pressure increasing from this spouse of mine, who takes cash out, then takes regular trips to Snagov, takes the ancient borzoi to the vet and then buys medicine for it, and as if it is not clear what is going one in the world, with inflation, war in Ukraine, sky high energy prices and economies facing a fall, she buys every month shoes and clothes and has accumulated perhaps eighty pairs of shoes…she was supposed to start making and selling them, but as we can see, it has not happened, and yes she plays that fucking game described in the psychology classic Games People Play, the one frequently seen If It Weren’t For You

I am the one responsible, because I have stopped her years ago from getting a job, by saying look, if it means paying more for the car and the gas to get there, it is a loss and I see no point in spending to get work done for someone (besides, she would accumulate at one point a fantastic number of five (5) borzois, and mind you, this is a giant breed we are talking about, we could say about fifteen middle sized dogs, and a mutt to have about ten mouths to feed, if we count the humans, and then the cat and the ocean fish…the latter being a very fancy and expensive enterprise, the aquarium would eventually get a hole in it – it was maybe a couple of years back, some fish died and other have been donated to a fellow

 

The mad man in Mamaia crashed the windshield of the Audi, and maybe we could think ourselves lucky to have escaped without a scratch, but we would have a lot of trouble with the car, especially me, as the driver, who had to see through what was an almost opaque surface, the fool had beaten it until there were very few, if any transparent spaces there, and we had to go back to the police station and we drove dressed as Arab men, or maybe Berber, with sheets all around, just in case the frail windshield would fall…

To add insult to injury, when we parked the car in Costinesti, the militiamen came by and placed some notes on the windshield, telling us we have parked in the wrong place and however that could have been, the reason for placing the automobile in that spot had been to have it near a light, because it was easy for a thief to just push through and get the car, or whatever was in it, so we thought the police stupid and vile to have done that.

 

To show that I have learned little, if anything from this experience, when we went to Buzau to get a new windshield, at that time the only place making these was there (yes, you would have the alternative to order and have one shipped from Germany, but it would cost an arm and a leg, maybe as much as the vehicle itself) and as I met one young woman there, I took her to the edge of the town, where they had (maybe still do) some forest and we had sex there, and if it is true that the chances of an encounter with another serial killer are reduced once you have met one (which is in itself a rare occurrence) still, it seems somewhat reckless to try outdoor sex so soon after a near catastrophe and a big loss…the car would be again under attack, but the next time it was just for the stereo, and the window broken in the process was replaced temporarily with a plastic copy and then we had one, maybe from a car cemetery…we did go to get parts when we were trying to get small commerce going, on one of our trips to Germany

 

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