My mother was the only one who had a normal marriage…

Before meeting my father, she had been in love with a naval officer… she broke up with him but never told me why… My father spotted her from a tram window — he was on a work trip to Galați, the city on the banks of the Danube where my mother grew up… She was standing in front of the house waiting for her sisters, afraid that my grandfather would find out — because Didi and Cici were sneaking around with their boyfriends… Anyway… my father fell in love with her on the spot… it was love at first sight… The next day he went back and introduced himself… infinite laughs… A few weeks later they married… The newspapers wrote about their wedding — or more precisely, about my mother… “the most beautiful bride” in Galați… not a word about my father… For many years this was the family joke… my father would always say: “What? I am beautiful too…I’ve inherited The Nose…