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Love Sick

I met Alex on the first day

of college.

She was nothing but a boring voice

that kept hammering on

with thousands of questions,

requests and nonsense.

I was somehow indifferent to her,

and I had no idea

about what was going to happen.

Don't forget to tell mother

to send me some summer clothes

by train next week.

I won't.

We'll call you at Mrs. Penes.

It's not Penes, father.

It's Mrs. Benes.

If only I could still catch Cristina.

Bucharest is crazy!

- What floor is this?

-3rd floor.

It's useless. If they were at home,

they'd have answered by now.

I think I hear something.

I wonder if this building

is earthquake-proof.

Man, what a climb.

- Hello. Here we are.

- Hello, welcome.

- This is my father. He drove me here.

- Nice to meet you.

Don't leave them in the hallway.

Take them to the room.

We have two more sacks of clothes

and some books, and that's it.

- And the desk.

- Come on in.

- There, with the sacks.

- I'll put it in a corner.

- It won't bother you.

- That eats up a lot of electricity.

If it's a problem,

father can take it-

God forbid! Why take it back?

This is a decent home, after all.

Yes, it's very nice.

Can we put these bags

into the room?

Sure. Over there.

God, what was I thinking?

Where can you put the desk?

- What do you need a desk for?

- It's just a tiny desk.

- It's essential with finals coming up.

- Who'll carry it up?

- Will you help?

- We'll carry it up together.

My little girl's a good girl.

She won't cause any trouble.

I've never rented out a room.

But my pills have ruined me,

so I have to manage how I can.

That's life.

Alexandra, my girl.

Your mother used to have

a great place on campus.

Never mind. I'm just happy to be rid

of the cockroaches I had at my dorms.

God, Bucharest is filthy!

Let's just carry the desk up,

then go and grab a bite.

Take a look, here's what a doctor

at the clinic gave me.

Have a look.

He's absolutely useless.

I had a load of tests done, X-rays,

the whole lot.

But don't you get them free

at your clinic?

- Tests are expensive.

- Can we go downstairs for the desk?

Go, sweetie..

Use the front entrance.

There's more room.

I thought we might keep

the neighbours from seeing you,

but what can you do?

Nothing.

Up.

All set?

Hey!

I rang at your door.

I'm Cristina,

a classmate of Alexandra's.

- You're her father.

- Yes.

Let me help you.

- Lighter now?

- It is.

- Why didn't you use the elevator?

- It's out of order.

Right, they're doing

maintenance work.

It's you again.

I have to lock the door.

All kinds of crazies around.

It's not so cool living on campus. I've never

lived on campus, because I'm from Bucharest,

but it was tough for Alexandra.

We never told you, but your mother

would spend a whole day crying

whenever we visited you.

She said you lived in filth.

Kiki, would you ask Mrs. Benes

to make some space for me?

Well, didn't you arrange it?

Auntie Lucretia!

At least this is a decent home.

You need the whole closet?

- Just enough for clothes.

- Oh, what a mess!

Auntie Lucretia,

could you empty the closet?

Okay, sweetie.

I'll take the stuff out.

And can you make some room

for her books?

We'll put the old papers

in the other room.

"Women's Magazine,"

"Flacara" from 1966.

Just attracting moths and ants!

You're lucky Cristina

recommended you.

Think I'd be renting,

if not for her?

Will you be leaving today?

I don't want to drive at night.

That's my brother.

That's what he always does.

Well, Alexandra, if you don't want me

to take back some of your clothes,

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