Between Flights at Munich Airport

I was afraid for poor Pandele's health because when we visited a friend for the weekend in Cluj in vain I walked her around the block, all she did was smell the scents the neighborhood dogs left behind.
For two days she didn't trust to leave her poop at Cluj so I cut my visit short, being worried that the many chicken bones mother bestowed on her cemented into a plug. A lovely veterinarian told us it happened to one of her dogs and he was trying so hard to poop but nothing came out  she gave the pekinese an enema in the end.
As soon as we came back to our peony garden Pandele squared and produced. I was watching him distraught.
My friend reassured me she found some pee puddles around the potted plants in case I was afraid for poor Pandele's kidneys. And when we visited Camelia's office Pandele released a lake near her potted plants. So my worries were unfounded. But still staying in the Munich airport for 5 hours then flying for 8 hours to JFK airport made me apprehensive.
Well, Munich airport is paved with sthey salt and pepper marble, no dog scents in sight, so when I walked to the Lufthansa customer service counter to ask them to compensate me with a voucher because when I came from JFK airport to Cluj a month ago they lost my luggage for days. I arrived on Wednesday and got my luggage delivered on Friday at 6 pm. Another traveler advised me to ask for a voucher because when they lost his luggage in Canada they gave him a voucher. We were exchanging notes in Cluj at the lost luggage office after we watch the carousel til the last luggage was picked up and all other travelers left. They lost his luggage both ways. Awful. I thought I'll go this time with the Germans, have a smooth travel with my six month old Pandele, but they were certainly not running their operations like clockwork. We left JFK 90 minutes late, so I missed my connection. The stewards didn't even bother to say good bye in Romanian. They fly to Romania for decades yet won't make the effort to say la revedere, though mostly Romanians fly to Cluj. Plenty of little old ladies coming home from visiting their children abroad. They can't understand your German announcements, the least you can do is say good bye in their language.
So as I was claiming my voucher Pandele under the safety of waiting area chairs hosed the gray marble with a delightful yellow. I immediately wiped it with paper towels and sanitized it with toilet paper soaked in toilet seat cleaner I'd gotten from the dispenser they had at the bathroom.
I apologized to the Lufthansa lady who just smiled. It's great how everybody smiles seeing Pandele running diligently next to me. I expected frowns and policing, after I read their policies. But everyone smiles.
I didn't get my voucher, yet. As we went to find our gate I saw a newspaper stand. I was searching for an English or French paper, something I could read, but it was all in German. A perky woman dressed in a peasant get up, apron and braided hair addressed me. I wasn't sure she was speaking to me. She was smiling pointing at the floor, gently asking me to perhaps take care of it. It being many sheep droppings mustard olive brown bullets! I was so very delighted and surprised that Pandele was at work. I tore the front page of Die Velt or some other angry looking politician picture and I collected the olives triumphantly.
I went again to the bathroom to replenish my paper and sanitizer supply. I wanted to find the water fountain but there was none. So seeing another Lufthansa customer service counter I inquired if the tap water was drinkable. They brought me a water bottle. Asked if I had a bowl. Yes, I had a silver plated one thanks to Cornel, my mother's philosopher handy man. More about drunkard handymen later.
The kind Lufthansa lady petted Pandele saying she' got one home too.
We're camping in the gate L22 area listening to fellow travelers chatting in Romanian about cristalin eye operations and immodest politicians avisiting Romanian diaspora. A young mother chatters in Russian, an American man bestows his preachy blessings on an Asian frail lady. A young man snores spread on three chairs. Pandele sighs sleeping curled on my lap.
They opened the gate. Long line. A peasant-costumed lady checks the boarding passes. A-ha. Munich aims for quaint, picturesque memories.
I must go ask what flight do they embark for because on my boarding pass says we start boarding at 11:35. Now it's 10:30 according to the waiting hall clock. What if they forgot to change the time at day light saving switch.
I must go ask the Tirolean lady.
Here's Pandele whose sleep I'm reluctant to disturb.

Arrival

La autogara am dat nas in nas cu surioara mea. Uimita  ne-a ajutat sa punem bagajele in burta autobuzului. Erau putini calatori, am avut spatiu asa ca Pandele ba a stat la mine in brate ba in carrier.
In jos  pe Meses pe la Curba Mortii a borit saraca de doua ori. Am curatat si nimeni nu a observat.
Acasa am tinut-o in zgarda si ne-am dus in gradina la cules de prune si mai apoi intins haine la uscat. Cum ma pierdea din ochi cum scincea. A baut apa multa si a mincat piine combinata cu hrana uscata ptr. catei.
Mama, 86 de ani, a zis ca Pandele nu are voie in casa. Ne-am suparat si am mers in tirg la festivitati de Ziua Zalaului. Pandele nu a vrut sa se foloseasca de picioruse. Mai inainte cind am fost la fintina cu apa fieroasa vizavi de fosta crisma Ciresica, frecventata de bietul tata si mai apoi frate mai mic fie-le tarina usoara, Pandele nu a vrut sa mearga si  am cocotat-o pe sacosa cu rotile. Multi copii si parinti au zimbit si au mingiiat-o pe capusor si au discutat cu noi.
La zilele Zalaului am tinut-o in brate si am facut cumparaturi artizanale. Unii au glumit ca se vind catei la tirg. Cred ca ar fi excelent sa fie un stand cu catei ptr. adoptie. In New York au tot timpul animalute la evenimente publice.
Inapoi acasa ne-am dus la vecina care avea musafiri si masa intinsa. I-am spus ca suntem refugiate si cerem azil politic de discriminate.
S-au bucurat mult ca am venit din America. Si ca in sfirsit vad si ei cine tot scincea in vecini.
Ne-au indopat cu mincare pe amindoua. Au admirat-o pe Pandele si ea a adormit linga scaunul meu tun.
Am sporovait un ceas si apoi ne-am dus acasa multumind profund.
Tocmai spalasem asternutul dupamasa si am luat plapuma de pe sfoara, m-am infofolit si m-am intins pe o bancuta cam scurta din pridvor. Pandeluta s-a facut covrig sub banca pe covor. Dupa putin timp mi-a fost frica ca ii e frig si am intrebat-o daca vrea in brate, m-a lins pe miini, si asa ca am bagat-o sub plapuma.
O pisica interlopa trecea prin curte. Pandele a hotarit sa o certe. I-am explicat ca s-o lase mai moale cu vigilenta ca ea nu e sistem de alarma  ori o tirana ca mama, sa lase pe toti sa fie fericiti, liberi, si independenti. Mai ales ca inainte de a se innopta sora mea a lasat gainile afara si Pandele, de unde inainte numai scincete micute si neajutorate, a miriit feroce si s-a luat la cearta cu cocosul. Au creat o adevarata sinfonietta, doi tenori si corul gainilor. Sora mea desi tot timpul zimbea la Pandele in autobuz acuma era speriata ca iar o s-o pateasca cocosul, ca Pufi,  o German Shepard batrina de 11 ani, a jumulit cocosul cel rosu de penele din coada si abia l-a salvat din gura catelei si Pufi a muscat-o pe mina, trei saptamini pina i s-a vindecat rana.
Deci  Pandele a lasat-o mai moale cu miriitul si a oftat, mda, efectiv a oftat, si si-a lasat capul moale pe umarul meu si am picotit.
La miezul noptii, bum bum bum, jocuri de artificii. Pandele tremura si imi dadea suturi in sini topaind ca e sfirsitul lumii. I-am explicat ca e numai taraboi, asa sarbatoresc fiintele omenesti pacea, libertatea, viata. Intr-un tirziu s-a facut liniste si am admirat frumusetea cerului instelat din nou. La New York nu prea se mai vad stelele. Pe drum treceau oamenii veseli in drum spre casele lor. Pandele iar vigilanta, capusorul si urechile alertate. Putin cite putin am adormit amindoua.
O data numai se deschide usa casei, iese mama alarmata ca inghetam, pe canicula asta, si mars in casa ptr. numele lui dumnezeu! Usa era deschisa, de ce nu ati intrat?!
Pai nu ai zis sa nu venim in casa?
Si bodoganind am inhatat din bagaj casuta de catel plianta si am desfacut-o, am depus-o pe Pandele in ea, si am inchis fermoarul la usita.
Ne-am culcat victorioase si nu ne-am trezit pina la 10 dimineata cind mama ii zicea la sora mea  ca ne-a gasit la doua noaptea dormind claie peste gramada in frig!