Do you feel it too? Winter in Romania does not arrive politely, it storms in like a half-forgotten folktale, boots first, breath smelling of woodsmoke and frost. The villages stiffen under quilts of snow, the Carpathians grow solemn and aloof, and even the cities seem to lower their voices. This is the season when the land stops performing and starts confessing, when silence becomes a form of luxury and cold sharpens the senses better than any sermon. The facts are simple and stubborn. The Carpa