Bringing luxury right after we escaped communism....
We used to make fun of this car: headlight as big as a bucket and usually as full with water as one. In this car my godfather was falling asleep while staying hours in a line and would blame the engine that is to damn silent. He would say this although his hands would be dirty black with oil from when he started it in that morning.
In the backseat, place normally destined for VIPs, romanians would carry bags of flour, wheat or corn and in the trunk sometimes there would be 2-3 live chicken. Or a pig.
Ah... the memories of the nineties in a post communist era country, somewhere in the South East of the Old Continent, where people skipped a beat and entered reality with a 50 year delay.
