The drive to Brasov was a highlight of my Romanian trip. We approached Brasov from Transylvania. The way to Brasov was mountainous, therefore the drive was gorgeous. We passed by little huts, and old men in felt clothing and pointed boots, with pointed green felt hats that reminded me of medieval Europe. The places seemed to be untouched by modern time, and I wondered whether it was untouched by the repressive regime that was Chechescu. I can only dream that, but the reality I knew to have been different. Even though isolated, I am sure that people in the countryside still have to interact with others from nearby towns, and the central government who sends its troops out to enforce rules and regulations. I can only wish that these towns can find its humanity once again and strive past the once tumultous political atmosphere that was theirs.