Jurnal de bord: 17 Ianuarie 2016, Bucuresti, ora 08:00 dimineata. Tocmai trecuse singura noapte din iarna acesta, care renuntase sa lupte cu ninsoarea si fusese doborata la pamant. Multe drumuri erau deja inchise, altele erau pe cale sa se inchida.
Ne-am urcat in masina si am pornit la drum. Nu eram decat noi intr-o mare de alb, iar pe ici pe colo, cate o masina impodobea santul lateral al autostrazii. La kilometrul 42, o familie a carei masina era oprita pe partea dreapta, incerca sa-si culeaga indispensabilii de pe drum. Gonise cu viteza, iar viscolul ii desfacuse portbagajul exterior situat pe plafonul masinii. Am putut doar sa zambim si sa ne bucuram ca am fost la o distanta considerabila in spate, altfel parbrizul ne-ar fi fost decorat cu cateva sosete flausate.
I-am cunoscut pe copii, erau dornici sa ne arate cateva trucuri prin care poti manca zapada fara sa te doara in gat. Baietii si-au aratat muschii, iar fetele s-au imbratisat.
Logbook: January 17th, 2016, Bucharest, 08:00 am. The only night this winter which has quit fighting with the snow and was knocked down has just passed. Many roads were already closed, others were about to close.
We got in the car and set off. There was only us in a sea of white, and here and there, a car adorned each side of the highway ditch. At the kilometer 42, a family whose car was stopped on the right side, was trying to pick their drawers from the road. They were driving with high speed and the blizzard opened the roof rack. We could only smile and be glad that we were at a considerable distance behind them, otherwise we would have been decorated with some terry socks.
We met the kids, they were eager to show us some tricks that you can eat snow without getting sore throat. The boys showed their muscles, and the girls have hugged each other.