I am working at my desk, angry about another day having almost passed with less than half of my to-do list completed, when I spot something glaring through the window.
What is this?
A fire in a neighbor’s apartment? A small nuclear weapons test in someone’s kitchen?
No. It’s a reflection, I notice. A reflection of the sunset. I get up and rush to my bedroom at the other end of my apartment and marvel at this scene:
You may by now have noticed that I regularly put up sunset photos taken in Targu Mures. I don’t know what is the matter with this town, but I have never seen so many spectacular sunsets. Here, the sun puts on a huge show almost every night. I am wondering if it has something to do with the threshold-exceeding amounts of ammonia emitted by the Azomures chemical plant. We die a bit earlier than in the rest of the country, but at least we get to enjoy better sunsets until then. It’s all a matter of priorities.