My colleague told me she’d called one of the people in our network today, a personal friend of hers too.
He happened to be in Romania, for some meeting or conference. He’s French, works in Brussels, and was quite surprised to stroll into a park in this Romanian town that was named after Charles de Gaulle.
Flippantly, he asked the taxi driver whom he hailed to take him back, so … what? In thirty years, will you have a Sarkozy Park?
The cabbie didnt skip a beat answering, a little brusquely: No — he’s Hungarian.