Romania vehicle accident in Galați county (Cudalbi)

respect, s a pus cudalbiu pe harta bahhahaha

Im from galati cudalbi. I live near that shop, and i almost died out of terrify. I was in the school, and the school is in front of the cars that are parked. My classroom is where i can see very good everyrhing. Shop, cars passing by, everything. Police came in the school, and they unvestigated us, i was okay, i was just super scared. I cant believe it now either. I dont know how in alive but thank god it didnt crash in the school because i wouldve really died then.

I think that young guy who just managed to cross the street got drunk that day bcz he survived

Iam speed

Romania is a shit hole, a complete shit hole.

You will never be a real wizard. You have no wand, you have no mana, you have no spells. You are a LARPing muggle twisted by nostalgia and schizophrenia into a crude mockery of nature's perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Sorcerers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed magic users of all types to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even muggles who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a mages. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk thaumaturgist home with you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected mundane nature.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be OK, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a muggle is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably muggle.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

Snapshots:

• archive.org

• ghostarchive.org

• archive.ph (click to archive)