Fleeing the country for the better part of the week seems like a golden idea since in Bucharest hysteria boils as the heavy security measures taken to protect the honchos participating in the 20th NATO Summit effectively paralyze the city and strongly interfere with its moving swarms of anxious inhabitants.
So for the weekend ich bin ein Berliner. Well, ein temporary Berliner, at least.
Don't expect anything other than camera-phone photos because—after eight years—I carry a film camera, again. Analogue. There's no better place to do this.