Bucharest is the future of the whole world. And I wish it weren’t so.

This morning, I went to church. And I nearly kicked in the face of a 12 year old.

There’s a homeless man that I sit behind. There’s a moment in the service where we clasp hands and exchange a sign of peace. This happens almost every day. I don’t cringe or delay when I clasp his blackened hand.

I’ll wash my hands when I get home.