Souvenir de voluntarVolunteer keepsake

Cei mai multi oameni care pleca in concediu se intorc acasa cu cate o amintire. O vedere, un magnet de frigider, un pix inscriptionat. Voluntarii Robi se intorc din concedii cu… animalute. 
Una dintre voluntarele noastre era pe drum spre Bucuresti, de la Tulcea. Un mic popas la o terasa de langa sosea. Printre cainii adulti, nelipsiti teraselor de provincie, se zarea o mogaldeata neagra, amarata, slaba, chircita si cu coada intre picioare.

Most people coming back from holiday bring with them a souvenir. A postcard, a freezer magnet, a pen. Robi volunteers bring back… animals. 
One of our volunteers was on her way to Bucharest, coming from Tulcea. A small stop at a terrace near the highway. Among the adult dogs, always present at provincial terraces, appeared a tiny, black, thin, crouching, tail between her legs little thing.

Nici nu avea curajul sa se apropie de cele doua mese ocupate, unde ceilalti caini se inghesuiau poate, poate le pica si lor o coaja de paine. 
“Cum de unde a aparut? De unde apar tot timpul, oamenii “binevoitori” ii arunca aici, ca stiu ei ca aici primesc mancare” povestea chelnerita, iritata. “ Aaa, pai au fost adusi mai multi o data cu ea, dar i-au calcat masinile pe toti”.
Dupa un pic de munca de convingere (nu era masina voluntarei noastre) si o scurta cursa (cu obstacole) dupa catelusa absolut terorizata ca cineva chiar ii da atentie, aceasta a ajuns pe bancheta din spate a masinii unde, in brate, a dormit tot drumul. 
Acasa, dupa deparazitarea si baita corespunzatoare, si dupa castronelul cu bobite devorate intr-o secunda (dupa ce a incercat sa darame gunoiul, pentru ca de acolo stia ea ca trebuie sa vina mancarea), a adormit intr-un colt, PE o cutie de pantofi. Ca asa stia ea ca se doarme.

She didn’t even have the courage to go near the two occupied tables where the other dogs were begging, maybe, maybe someone will throw them a crust of bread. 
“Where she came from? From where they always come from. “Good will” people abandon them, because they say they’ll get fed here. “ said the irritated waitress. “ Oh, there were more of them, but the others were all run over by cars”.
After a bit of convincing (it wasn’t our volunteer’s car) and a short (obstacle) race after the puppy, completely terrorized that someone was actually paying attention to her, she ended up on the back seat of the car, where she slept all the way, on our volunteer’s lap. 
At home, after the proper deworming and bath, and after the bowl of food that was devoured in one second (after she tried to knock over the garbage can, because that’s where she knows that food comes from) she fell asleep in a corner, ON a shoe box. Because that’s how she knows she should sleep.