To Grandma's House We Go!
Me: “Wonderful. I forgot her name, but she told me to meet her at the corner of the kindergarten.”
Natasha: “She’s busy getting ready, so Doina and I came to get you.”
Me: “Did you know I was coming”
Natasha: “Well, grandma said a foreign girl will be joining us and I asked her if her name was Vanny. She said she couldn’t remember, but I thought most likely it was you.”
Doina: “We could see you from way down the street and spotted your backpack and black jacket. We knew it was you.”
Me: smiles, then looking at Natasha. “What is the occasion for the guests to be at your grandma’s house?”
Natasha: “I don’t know exactly. I know there’s going to be two black men and a translator or so.”
Me: “Interesting. Do you know if they speak English?”
Natasha: “Not sure…probably if they have a translator.”
Me: “Don’t ya’ll have school today?”
Natasha: “Yes, we do. But, we asked the principal if we could be excused as we have guests from out of the country.”
Me: “Is that so?”
Natasha: smiles “Yes. That is so.”
Turns out it was two black missionaries from England, accompanied by a two Romanian men, from Romania who served as translators. The grandma’s house as packed to the nine with villagers, for the most part to witness the “black foreigners.” I think they listened more attentively. Kola and Greg (the black gentlemen) were really a breath of fresh air for they brought such a presence to the south of Moldova. Pavel, the Romanian speaker invited me to visit him and his family in the Carpathian Mountains this summer! (Think Transylvania and Dracula’s castle).