David's Adventures

Grandma lost her phone on Saturday. I saw it on the veranda next to a red dish, but when she searched for it it was gone.  We called it and voice mail picked up as if somebody had closed it. Grandpa was waiting for us in Chizatau.  Once we reached Chizatau, Ruxandra used google to located it at our address in Lugoj. She said she'll go back and get it after James falls asleep. Around 3 p.m. when James fell asleep she went back to Lugoj. This time google showed the phone at the pawn  shop next to the bridge. It is called the "Amanet". A very charming and well dressed men said the network is public and any person on the street could have had the phone. Our best guess was that Mr. Sun -- our next door neighbor -- had taken it. When asked, he made up stories of how a person took a wheelbarrow to go to the  end of his garden to see ours better and was likely preparing to steal. Our garden is populated by chicken. So, unless the suspicious person  was interested in chicken,

  I fought for ice-cream.  Grandpa loves ice-cream. Since he is bed, and cannot enjoy much beyond eating, grandma buys it for him, and also tries to cook what he likes. This means I've been eating lots of ice-cream, too, and plenty of fried chicken. From the first box, I was greedy and ate 7 small ice-creams. Grandma, grandpa and I are in Chizatau with the goats and Ruxandra and Edward are in Lugoj. When Edward came to visit I became very angry when he tried to eat his second ice-cream and swore I've only had one. He had dropped haft of his first on the floor, and still felt entitled to more. He took another one independent of my protests, and dropped it again, and then a third. At last Ruxandra had to intervene to stop the fight. He was wasting them. I broke the glass from the door with a brick. Even though I am 11, I still throw pretty bad temper tantrums. I was supposed to go on a school trip to a pool in Orastie with Frau Roxi and the rest of my classmates. I wanted a

This morning the therapist came. After his session ended, we wanted to take grandpa to Chizatau. I took the wheelchair down the steps, and Ruxandra put some long pieces of wood as a ramp. But we decided not to go, because grandma needed to buy materials for the roof in Chizatau and for that she needed the big car. Many storms are expected this summer and we want to make it leak less than last year. So, instead, we went for a walk with Andy and bought some fence to finish the enclosure for Piki, our tortoise. It was 4 lei/meter and Ruxandra got 10 meters just in case. Piki's enclosure was only 2 meters short.  When we came back Andy drove us to Chizatau. We put Rainbow and her kittens in the car. I held onto Rainbow, while her kittens were behind us in a box. It was very sunny and they were  all panting, and trying to escape. They were climbing on our backs because their box had been James' bathtub and there is no way to close it. All this freaked Andy out. He sped a little

I've seen they are trying to lock Julian Assange for good. He is still stuck in the embassy, but he is now without internet because of pressure from the US. Ruxandra says such actions are wrong. Freedom of speech and transparency when governing should be something the US strives for instead of striving at closing the mouth of the press by killing a very capable person who tried to change the world. I am American and I am ashamed America takes decisions like this. The America I could be proud of would hire Julian Assange and learn from him instead of shutting his mouth off. He was mistreated enough that it's hard to go back and be fair now. Still so much money is being spent on mistreating this one person that could be put to better use. If I can understand this, and I am eleven, why can't the rest of the world? why can't the (old and boring) people in power understand? perhaps they are too old, too boring, too bent in wrong directions to take just decisions?

When I came home from school, I searched for and found Piki, our tortoise, again. It has grown a whole ring since she's been free. I think it eats grains and chicken poop, which is why I keep finding her in the chicken's enclosure. She pooped in my hand and it was very yucky! She also bit me. I don't think she likes being found and would rather be free. Then I had homework in Romanian. I had to do one more test. It had been a text about Pacala who sold his cow to a tree. The poem says it interpreted the wind as the tree bargaining -- Pacala first asks for 70 lei, then 40 lei, and ultimately leaves the cow there without forcing the tree to pay. Grandma says he simply left the cow by the oak tree because Pacala was too lazy to take the cow to the market and told his mother he sold it for nothing to cover himself. I am inclined to believe grandma's interpretation. I spend a lot of time moving form bed to bed and let grandma do all the work around the house. So, I unders

We have three baby goats. Our white goat, Snow, had triplets, but one was born dead, and our grey goat, Edwina, has one big, lovely kid. It's got a shinny dark brown and cream coat. Grandma helped them give birth. Edward and I arrived the day after. I milked a cup from Edwina, and gave Snow's babies some of the milk. They drank about 100 ml. We took the rest home and grandpa had some of it with cheese bought from the store. It seemed wrong to throw it out. Then Andy picked some grass and twigs from the mulberry tree, gathered Edwina and Snow in one room and closed the door. Then we left for home. Grandma went in the morning to let the goats out. Edwina quickly moved with her baby to the room next to Snow's. They each like to have their own room.