Bro, sit down 'cause this news hits you right in the soft spot. Last night, in Cluj-Napoca, the Nadas River, which runs by the Beta bus station, transformed like magic. You'd think it's not river water anymore - it's milk from someone's rice pudding recipe.
I don't know what they dumped in the water, but I haven't seen anything like this since I whitewashed the basement of my block in Berceni. Listen up what happened: a citizen with hawk eyes saw that water and immediately called Apele Romane. And I'm not kidding, the guys came like it's a party, looked around, took samples, wrote reports.
Surprise: no dead fish. How come, bro, are the fish in Cluj chemistry geniuses or what? Maybe they learned at uni to breathe in Tiszkös vagy Tejberizs, as the Hungarians say up in Harghita.
Anyway, Apele Romane say the pollution is local and it's being sorted. But we don't know what got into the water, we don't know where from, we don't know who. And you know how it is in Cluj: in that area, if you drop a sock, it turns into a shawarma with everything.
But seriously, dude, what's in their heads? Hey, good people, water is not like shawarma - you can't swap it for a beer at Fane's terrace. I told her to stay calm, that the water is in Cluj, not in Berceni.
But nah, that's how she is, sees a hint of price hike and makes a scandal. And so, while the fish in Cluj learn to tolerate white water, I pay the water bill and think: what if the pollution passes into the Somes? I don't know anymore whether to drink tap water or buy from the supermarket.
Come on, at least the fish didn't die. Maybe they're smarter than us and moved somewhere else. Or maybe they had an underwater Untold and don't want to be disturbed.
The point is, bro, we take care of water like the apple of our eye - until it stops flowing. Well, we do. Who else?
Now, whether it's clean water or Cluj soup, we still drink it. Cheers!
