… my first most personal and probably my first (and last!) “Tagalog-English” Post…
I had a chance to actually sit down and converse with a friend I met in Amsterdam, he is Mihai, a true-blooded Romanian. (though I can’t seem to remember his last name…)

Anyway, we had this chit-chat through YM, he’s name appears as “Black Legion” and mine is “ako Balmonte” (it’s so laaaaammee, I know!) … so, our conversation went something like:
“and
Black Legion: my classmates are not alowed to enter
Black Legion: in romania
Black Legion: In spring 1940 Western Europe was overrun by Nazi Germany, with world attention focused on those events. On June 26, 1940, the USSR issued an ultimatum to Romania, demanding immediate cession of Bessarabia and Northern Bukovina. Romania was given four days to evacuate its troops and officials.
Black Legion: On August 2, the Moldavian Soviet Socialist Republic was established on most of the territory of Bessarabia, merged with the western parts of the former Moldavian ASSR.
Black Legion: because in Moldavia the governemnt is russian
Black Legion: they escaped here
Black Legion: to learn romanian
Black Legion: Moldavia is romanian country
ako Balmonte: i see… so what happened to your classmate? …
ako Balmonte: is it, if i may use the term, chaotic in their place? …
Black Legion: yap
Black Legion: they are not allowed to pass the border
ako Balmonte: that’s so sad…
ako Balmonte: what’s the government doing? …
Black Legion: killing and torturing
Black Legion: and stuff
Black Legion: they banned romanian flags
Black Legion: closed the romanian coonsulate and embassy
ako Balmonte: oh…
ako Balmonte: that’s so cruel…
ako Balmonte: wow, i thought all the while that it’s peaceful there…
Black Legion: they are russian puppets”
All through-out the short-lived conversation I was saying to myself: “May gulay! Dugong-dugo ilong ko dito… pati utak ko na liquefy na… gusto ko lang naman siya tanungin kungnakuha na niya yung Stranger DVD niya pero hindi ko masingit sa usapan… (Ayoko mag generalize pero very passionate ang mga Romanians ha, at matalino… though relative naman yun… imagine, alam nila yung mga nangyari sa history natin about Marcos and all that samantalaang ako walang maisip sa bansa nila!) Nag research pa ako sa internet para lang maintindihan yung pinagsasabi niya… ish… Everytime na magchachat kami, laging na bro-brought up yung mga ganitong sitwasyon… yung war… war?!… kakatakot naman sa place nila… tapos sabi pa niya parang sa atin rin lang na may Abu Sayyaf (hala alam niya to?! WTF!… ang galing! … ) ” and that’s juts a part of the whole conversation!
Then he keeps talking about military stations, nuclear depo’s, and all the other stuff I sometimes wish I fully understand! … it’s not that I’m stupid or anything, maybe partly… he he he… but hey at least there’s some new learning found in between all those too technical terms.
“Ang mahirap pa, hindi pwedeng malalim na inglesan kasi hirap din siya mag ingles… hays… pero kahit ganoon, hindi ko siya masisis kasi nga naman mas fluent siya sa language nila at alam naman natin ang mga Europeans na may policy na parang ‘you-come-to-our-country-learn-our-language’ thing… ”
As I was about to bring up the real reason why I wanted to talk to him, which was the DVD, he said he had to go. Awww, well that’s life. I had a great time anyway and learned a lot, even though it meant a few “nosebleeds” here and there.
Lesson learned: Research as much as you need to know and be updated of the country of your foreign friend. But most importantly know more about your own country. Nothing beats an ignorant person to the pulp but not knowing his people’s history. It’s a very embarrassing experience for me but at least I learned my lesson.
I’m still excited to talk to other friends I met there. There’s Karim, from Egypt;

Tavi, also from Romania but in a different province from Miahai’s;

and other young people too. But right now, I need to take in blood-forming vitamins. Oh yeah, here are other friends I’m excited to have some talk with…

