Tuesday .October 17
. 1995. 7.a.m.hought I may as well adjourn the proceedings just here asmy life has taken a rather abrupt, unexpected twist.
Returned from Bucharest Sunday Lunch time.. Seven hoursdoor to door, a brilliant warm day.Cynthia had been none committal the first few days of my staywith her. She had rung Anna.. now firmly entrenched inPoland with her family. Cyn brightly asking her to come to 'Us'.Rather taken with the idea of Anna on the Warsaw..Bucharest Express ..so Romantic.. so Nineteen Forties.. soMetro Goldwyn Mayer. Knew she would not come, that shewas afraid to venture out into the Wide World after her previous traumatic experience. Cynthia knows precisely myfeelings regarding this young woman yet she went each stepof the way with me.. who else?Cynthia only slightly mentioned that it would cost $800 for the'Medical' if I wanted to Marry her.. something wrong, on twocounts.. Marriage had been on her agenda.. I had simplymulled it over.. willing to let it remain on hold.. Shades of Adelaide... then the price.. $800.. said she was not worth it, asshe was second hand.. took that remark very well.. pointlessgoing any further if she had not. Asked how much it wouldcost to marry a Romanian.. £1.50. conceded it rather a stitchup.. that the State was putting a high price on its Marriageablefemales.. to foreigners. Evidently Arabs pay up eagerly in their rush to get these buxom, well built ladies into bed. I had never been eager about anything..Cynthia remained silent on the subject.. only.. until the nextday!