Close to the apartment where I lived in Arad, the driver in this classic Dacia had fallen asleep. In the back were loaves of bread. During in-service training I stayed with a host family in Ploiesti (I felt I was the luckiest of Volunteers to have such a nice family! ) they would make a light soup nearly every day before dinner and it was always eaten with fresh bread from the local bakery a few steps from the apartment.