As we awaited trick-or-treaters, my lovely Tinkerbell, Tonia, grew weary. What a sad day when no one celebrates such a fun, kid-friendly tradition anymore. Needless to say, our giant bowl of wonderful hard candies and glorious chews, remained full. More for us, I guess.
Funny enough, Johnny and I started looking up random videos from my native country of Romania, watching and toying with the idea of someday contributing to the ever burgeoning economy there. We'd be a hot, American entertainment couple, ready to brand our mark on my birth country, with film and music ideas of grandeur. This all led to the unanswerable question of the origin of my true heritage. Romanian is my primary heritage, but since there are a few mysteries to my birth, which I'll delve in future posts, that I may be part Macedonian. Being the voracious researchers we are, my husband and I took to good 'ol Wiki to trace back all the possibilities. After hours of countless reads, we've narrowed down the more than likely chance of my links to the ancient tribe Getae, before the Dacian and Thracian tribes conquered us. And eventually, even before the Romans came in, forever staining the fabric of or culture. The Getae have some Greek origins, and believed in a entirely different deity, Zalmoxis, than the mythological gods of the time. Mind you, I come from a bloodline before the established religions. We were a raw, courageous lot of fighters, who incidentally survived some of Alexander the Great's violent conquests. Fuck 300!!! We were fucking fearless! Yet unfortunately, like all small tribes of the past, we were outnumbered, and almost erased from history. Thank goodness for poets and scholars of the time, with their written praises. They adored our balls.
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