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                                               CITTA
                                             ENGLISH
                                                                      author Mirela PENU
                                                     from the Miracles of the Day Volume



                      I am CITTA and I am from Mizil.
            You probably know the small town, but what you don't know is that I am... a
            dog, and not just any dog, but a very, very happy one.
            I haven't done anything special, I have just existed. This pleased my masters
            very much. I call them "my masters" but it would be more appropriate to call
            them "my friends" or, more simply, Daniela and Marcel.
                      Now, when I am old and sick, I would very much like to tell those
            who loved me that they made me happy every day, that I was devoted to them,
            that I loved them and that I would like to repay their kindness, but I don't know
            how to do it.
                      I remember every moment spent in their house! I always found a way
            to be by their side.
                      Once, in the Danube Delta, I swam across a canal, because I did not
            want to leave my friends alone. If something had happened, who would have
            saved them if not me?
                      I sat next to them on the plane to see how they coped with the flight! I
            went by car during all the holidays, so I could take care of them.! I was part of
            their life, day by day, hour by hour and always waited for them with devotion!
                      I was happy when they came in the evening, and I was sad when they
            left in the morning! I was playing with their boy, because we mutually enjoyed
            each other's friendship!
                      I understood them when they scolded me because they, my friends, are
            always right. I used to retreat to my corner, angry, primarily at myself because I
            had upset them.
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