Monday, April 14, 2008

Someone broke into my family's cabin in Transylvania and stole all of my grandfather's hand cut statuettes. It happened this winter sometime. Apparently, now that the borders are open, it's common in Eastern Europe for degenerates and ingrates to drive around remote villages and clean them out. My parents tell me that usually they steal electrical equipment like generators, but this time they decided to take my grandfather's beautiful works...and for what? They won't make much money off of them. Regardless, they're priceless to me...I think a part of me died when I was told the news.



The only good that can come of this is that they get hocked off in markets and someone at least gets to have his work in their house. His name is carved into every piece he made, so at least they'll no who the artist was.

I shudder to think of the wost case scenario, in which these peasant criminals realize they won't get any money for them, and dump them in the river.