Ionel was the only ferryman in the quiet river town of Cetate who still refused to use a motor.
"You are looking for her in the wrong direction, son," Ionel whispered. "You think the river takes things away. You think it flows to the Black Sea and disappears forever." Ionel was the only ferryman in the quiet
Cristian looked over the edge of the boat. For a brief, shimmering second in the ripples of the water, he saw the reflection of a smiling face he hadn't seen in years. He smiled back, finally finding his peace. finally finding his peace.