O Caruta Braileanca -

"I didn't expect the honey for another two days!" the merchant exclaimed.

By the time the scent of the salty Danube hit his nose, the sky was turning violet. He rolled into the Great Port of Brăila just as the last of the Greek grain ships was preparing to weigh anchor. The merchant, a stout man with a heavy gold watch, looked up in surprise. O Caruta Braileanca

As he began his journey, the rhythmic clack-clack of the wooden wheels became a song. Along the way, he passed heavy, slow-moving oxcarts. The drivers waved their hats, shouting, "Slow down, Sandu! You’ll set the road on fire!" "I didn't expect the honey for another two days