I live in a small village where everyone says they know everyone else, but the truth is at one point in time that may have been true, but now, as time is passing and people are getting older, they don't really know everyone anymore. Except Vasile. Everyone knows him. They say he is around 75 years old and "sick", although no one can say what exactly happened to him. Some say he was "born this way" and other say he fell off of a horse drawn wagon as a child and it ran over him, thus causing him to "be the way he is". While they say he doesn't understand what you say to him, it isn't true because if it was, he wouldn't be able to help in the cornfields cutting down the corn, husking it, and cleaning it. Or he couldn't go fetch water from the well when asked. Or he wouldn't smile when the strange American stops to ask, "Cum te simți" which in Romanian means, "how are you". So here Vasile is, helping my host family prepare the corn for the chickens. He may walk slowly and with a limp, and he may walk up and down the street in what sounds like he is yelling at himself or at someone else, but he is a human being who likes helping those that are nice to him.