Where is Moldova, anyway?

Math. Music. Love, even, if you are of that persuasion. Add another one to the list. How The international language of “there-is-a-cop-up-the-street-waiting-so-slow-down-down.” This is a language spoken without words, without accents, without dialects – just with the simple, quick, flick of the headlights towards oncoming cars.

I saw this for the first time in Moldova a few months ago, when a passing bus flashed its lights at our bus during the middle of the day. The driver, of course, cut his speed by a bout a quarter, and 2 minutes later we rolled slowly by a police car. Once I started paying attention, I saw it more and more.

Necessity is the mother of invention, as they say. No one wants a speeding ticket, Moldovan, American, anyone.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 12:18 PM.