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I realized i wouldn't make it out of Turnu Severin before dusk, so i bought groceries and started to look for a quiet, secluded place in the suburbs. A heavy hailstorm went down shortly before the sun disappeared(You can see it approaching in one of the last pictures of the previous logentry) but i had reacted quickly and put on my rain gear so i actually enjoyed the feel of the pressure of the falling water and ice on my back. I ended up in a run down and demolished industrial quarter of Severin. A pack of street dogs had found their home in the concrete rubble and they where howling and barking at me when i arrived. A few stones as a warning signal made them leave me alone in the end.
At a supermarket i chatted with a security guide who had worked as a cleaner in Vienna. He told me originally he had studied geography and worked as a teacher - but financially he was better of with the EUR 200.- that he was paid for guarding the parking lot of the supermarket than as a teacher - go figure!
Leaving the main street at Bistrita opened a gate to a magical place - smooth brown-yellow hills, tiny rural villages with hens, turkey and goose crossing the streets, horse-carts driven by old men and women, gravel roads, oak forests with huge trees, horses and cows grazing in mellow valleys. Quietness.