It is Saturday night, and only a few of us are in the dorm (for that is what Economica II is), most being away for the weekend, I guess. Having bought today some smoked pork with which to add flavor to my ciorba de varza, and a salami and some cheese, I went at about 6:00 PM to the kitchen on my floor, and started to prepare my supper. I realized I had forgotten to buy bread, but, I had wine, meat, cheese, and soup. I'd get by.
The kitchen is almost at the opposite end of the hall. I was heading back to get plates and napkins, as I had decided to eat at the kitchen's table, when a man came from the stairwell, and started to open the door. He and I spotted each other. He was African. (That meant he looked American, to me.) I was curious, so I greeted him, "Hello. I am Professor Duncan McDougall." By now he was unlocking his door, the very next room to mine, though on the far side of the stairs from my room. "I am Robert," he said, with a British accent.
Though I did not mention it to Robert, I was reminded of Ovidius (Ovid), the poet banished from Rome by Caesar Augustus to Tomiş, now Constanţa, Romania, for "the crime of poetry." Honest artists run afoul of politicians. You can almost postulate that.
Robert has hopes of one day earning a Ph.D. And, he is a Mormon. In my experience, that fact alone makes his ultimate success highly probable.
I suggested that Robert contact BYU, and see if they would be able to support him through a doctoral program. I must say, I hope they will do so, for I met tonight a gentleman with a kind heart, and an active mind, who had to leave our table at 7:00 to attend a religious conference of Mormons, here in Cluj.