Timişoara.
As I really have no idea what we did there that day, of materils I have only a stamp in the passport, this story of electromagnetic something may as well be here.
In downtown Timişoara there was some electro shop, where I guess we bought that little blue fan and what not... I remember they were selling various glassware and soviet refrigerators, which even brand new looked at least ten years older than ours, all like the fifties, thick, rounded, unwieldy and all styled like the cars of the period.
In front of that shop was a pedestrian crossing, which also crossed the tram rails. It was a regular occurrence that dad, when crossing over the rails, would get some involuntary movement in the loins region, something akin to a cramp. Over time we developed a reflex not to park near that shop, so our path didn't involve that crossing.
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28-II-2021 - 23-VI-2024