Danube River, near Medgidia, 2000. One autumn afternoon, I saw a man walking around with his dog. They were a seemingly common pair, but if you looked more closely, you could see that the man did not have a leg, and the quadruped was a “four-legged” only by name. In a sort of macabre balance, of gloomy harmony, both of them lacked a foot. The man advanced slowly, leaning against a crutch, and the dog followed him quietly, his head bent. They both seemed resigned, and walked slowly past the Danube’s water. The man, the dog and the water flowed in the same direction, slowly resigned.