This photo by Dan Oprea reminds me of something one might see on the benches of Cismigiu in the summertime. And if you sat down to sip on a cigarette, hoping for a denouement, you might just discover that the young boy wearing the skates does not know the old man, who keeps trying to talk to him about corruption, golden days, and the color of women's hair before history became a product of the assembly-line.