What does an elephant story has to do with winter?!
Exactly, that’s what I was also wondering. In an European country like Romania, where a quarter a year one can anytime expect seeing a scenery like below, one does not really expect bumping into elephants just like that.
Ciprian is a doctor.
(This story is simply a cute funny story. Surely NOT one of my best, but since I want to keep the paragraph in “About Me” where it was mentioned, I now keep also my promise and tell you what I was pointing at. And I’ll return this week with a great interesting story I know also from this doctor Ciprian: the one I was mentioning in my unexpected birth story.)
It happened while Ciprian was returning from the two days course he is holding yearly in a city about 250 km away from his own, for other doctors from cities and towns around.
He was driving now his 250 km back home. It was a way he liked to drive on, idyllically winding through plains, then hills and then soft mountains, all full of forests; and through fields with rounded handmade haystacks, bursting with all hues of greens and mowed here and there with real scythes by people who might believe internet is a new kind of newspaper and the cellphone is only meant for calling while away from your home telephone.
A quiet world with quiet villages and quiet towns where never happens anything. Towns living a kind of half-life Ciprian thought he would also enjoy, if he could afford to leave his too modern life.
Another car with some students from this just finished course of his was driving ahead of him. In one of those so quiet towns giving you the feeling that time stood still in spite of all the modern cars and bright commercial signs, he suddenly received a short message in his cellphone from these (by now) former students of him driving ahead: "Look at the elephants!"
What do you mean,
LOOK AT THE ELEPHANTS?!?!?!
At that moment Ciprian was about half a minute or a minute behind the car containing :) his students, and was wondering what he was supposed to look for: an event poster? A 300 kg person? A bush shaped like an elephant? A playground installation? A graffiti? (GRAFFITI?!?! No, no, sorry. I take back "graffiti". Not in this forgotten town.)
... An elephant-shaped cloud? (No clouds in the sky.) An elephant-shaped weathercock?!? ... Now, this would be something… HERE?!?! No, no way. Nobody would dare to fancy that in this town. REAL elephants?!?!?! Hi-hi-hi.
Would YOU expect bumping into penguins after such an SMS on the next street corner? Living with the background feeling of THIS kind of streetscape?
Or in this kind of countryside landscape?
... Which in winter may look as in the first picture above?!?
What the heck did they mean?, worth for them to warn him?! They were not his guides in the deepest African savana saying "And now look at the graceful gazelles / antelopes / hippopotamus on the right", or "Mind the rhinoceros just about to impale your sandwich". Romania is a very temperate country with quite common animals no zoo would really vie for. Mere snakes are already almost an event!
(Typical Transylvanian town landscapes. Where are the elephants, please?)
Back to our elephants story, where Ciprian is still driving confused through this small Romanian town. The old barocque houses, legacy from the former Austrian Empire, were fading off and the gaps between them grew larger, when on the field on the right he saw some full size elephants scattered around a small circus just setting up.
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