There were 12 of us (Oana said we were some sort of apostles by the number) and we had a big table on the first floor. In fact, the whole floor was ours for about four hours. The eldest presence was my ex-teacher, TG (35 years older than me), who said he was delighted to be among us. Theodor (34 years younger than me) was the youngest one. I happened to be the second eldest one there. So, apart from the three of us, were Claudiu & Tatiana, Michelle & Cornel, Oana & Alex, Octavian & Marius. I was showered with presents as soon as we reached the lounge, so I didn’t have much time to brood the problem of my ageing. I got some nice shirts and a sleeveless pullover (from C&T and M&C), a book on the fabulous theatrical performance of Goethe-Purcărete-Şirli-Manţoc’s Faust we had just seen in Sibiu (from O&A), a book called The Meaning of Icon by Nikolai Tarabukin and a card comprising a sermon in a nutshell, saying that my good wishes be granted so that I will be granted the blessings of salvation (from MM), and a bottle of fine red, red wine stay close to meeee etc. (from OC). We gave some little presents, too. I think I surprised Claudiu with a dictionary of the marine (he later started devouering as he was having supper). Two 2009 calendars reproducing fine Orthodox icons painted by Georgios Kordis went to C&T and M&C respectively.
We couldn’t miss talking a little about politics in the end, as Romanians elect a new parliament on the 30th, the Sunday of St. Andrew, the First-Called Apostle. We admitted that never before have we been so confused about who to vote for.