Romanians = Treasure Hunters?
As many of you may already know, im an active participant of the Model UN at my high school.
And, unfortunatly, I based my country choice base upon who I was dating at the time (the Romanian.... grrr. *clenches fists*) thinking he'd want to join it with me.
We broke it off on Thursday (yay for men >:-O) and now I'm freaking stuck with the little nation that is about the size of Oregon.
awwww, f'ing how cute.
Grungingly, I started doing research for Romania for the conference on Saturday. But, as I read more into the little Vampire state, the more I started to enjoy it.
Basically it was all due to one thing:
"The Romanian Treasure"
Oh, wait until you hear this story.
While looking up their biggest international disputes, the treasure situation was brought to my attention. Apparentlty, duing WWII, Romania was afriad of being invaded by the Germans, so they shipped all these gold bars by train to their good friends in Russia, assuming they'd give it back after the war was over.
Now, everyone knows what happened after the war.
Russia promptly went nuts and starting conquering everything that sounded like someone spitting up a lung.
Aka... Romania.
Aka, that meant no pot of gold for the Romanians.
So now, in 2005, they're still royally pissed.
The Bolshiviks screwed them over- typical red style.
I don't know why, but I found this story utterly hilarious. A nation is fighting over a treasure chest? Like tiny pirates? At the UN? Don't they have other stuff to work out, like their undeniable poverty dilemma?
Oh, Eastern Europe. It slays me.
Ugh, I'm so sick, and my throat hurts, and I'm compulsivly checking UCAS to see if my college liked me or not.
I wonder if I cough long enough, if ill be able to list off all the counties in Romania...
*clentches fists more*
I hate that kid.
-j.