I usually see him at the my favorite cafe here in Ploiesti.
His name is Alexander. He is the son of one of the waitresses. This little guy is amazingly astute and alert. He sees everything – nothing remains unobserved or unconsidered. You don’t need to explain anything, he feels and comprehends it all in just a glance.
“You speak many languages don’t you?”. How do you know that, I asked him smilingly.”Well, I can see it in your face.”