Ignoring completely any 'deprecated' customs, this morning I was just happy that the spring is finally close. I was driving around when I was shocked to be pulled over by the police. It was the first time in the last 5 years or more. So I was staring at the police officer to find out why I was stopped, trying to remember everything I did in the last 5 minutes, without remembering doing anything wrong. That moment felt like a thousand seconds. Then, the explanation came: it was the 1st of March and I was stopped to be given a "martisor".
That brought a big big smile on my face. A total stranger enlightened my day. The next moment I remember, I was buying "martisoare", symbols of spring that regained their place in my heart.
I guess that means I'll stop being a Grinch and that I will have to celebrate the 8th of March.
