At one time, I would have given my eyeteeth to visit Vlad Dracula’s land. But when years after my son’s death, I travelled to attend a consortium in Romania - I was without romance for the macabre - I was numb with grief and with medications.
Within my nightmare, I entered a long-awaited dream.
I recalled that my obsession with Romania was not just becaus…
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