From Romania with order – the secret to conversion
When I was in Romania about 10 years ago I had some drinks with a local Optician and a Romanian rock star. We enjoyed many drinks and Raresh, the Optician, invited my girlfriend and I back to his apartment after the bar closed. Raresh lived in a Soviet style apartment that was very very clean. It was disturbingly ordered. All that was missing ware the plastic sheets to protect the furniture. He hated Romania and his low socio-economic status. He declaimed “I hate my country!” and told the rock star that he wished he has his life. The life of …