on the first trip of my son to Bucuresti he send me a postcard and wrote to me his fierst throughts there..... they were his first words written for me ,his mother,with his little hands... that seven years
He wrote then..
,,i am writing to you mama from Bucuresti . ..it is great the weather is fine and i have a wonderful time,
all is noisy and crowded . Now iam eating my lunch with my friend and our miss. The meal is very delicious... but i miss you and my brother very much ... see soon.. i love you
