Making tea of your heart

Well, I know we all think differently about certain things., But sometimes the differences are strange.

I have a friend, a clinical psychologist, who lives in Cluj_Napoca. Yes, that is an underscore in the name of the city. Frequently written as a hyphen, it really IS an underscore. As a quick aside, there is one, and only one, town in the USA with not one, but two, hyphens in it. Name the town. Give up? Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ.

Now, this underscored city is situated right in the middle of Transylvania. That's right! In Romania and in the heart of Dracula's world. And it is just about as bizarre as you would imagine. But, it is a university town, and Romanians are a very intelligent group. Believe me ... I lived with one for a while.

She told me an interesting tale. Well, not a tale, a true everyday occurrence in Romania. Some one had died. And shortly after his death, his corpse had been dug up! It seems that his heart had been cut out of his dead corpse ( and yes, I realize that expression is from the Department of Redundancy department) , and then the body returned to the grave. Nobody thought that the least bit odd.

You see, his heart had been dried out, and then ground into a powder. Then, it was used to make a tea. All of his enemies had a tasty drink of that tea. In that way, they gained his spirit.

Well, I will go now, to have a tasty drink of tea.

Rich