I have no real intention of going to every room in the house for this, but Dave's (Kristen's) trope about finding the nearest book, going to page 123, sentence 5 then copying the next 3 sentences into your blog left Dave chasing around, trying to find something with meaning, or define meaning out of what he found. Then again, I may have over-analyzed things, but he found quite a variety in his various rooms.
The closest book to me currently is the 1st edition, by Nicola Williams, of the Lonely Planet guide to Romania & Moldova:
South-east of Piata Universitatii at Str Histro Botev 18-20 is Bucharest's only Turkish restaurant. The Golden Falcon Casa Chebob serves delicious Turkish food. The pita bread is so large it won't fit on your plate.
I don't think there is a great deal of meaning there, and when I ate at the Golden Falcon, the meal was tasty. Chole lived around one corner from there, and the Peace Corps office was around a different corner, but there were more than four on this intersection, like so many in Bucuresti. On top of that I think a tramvai line went through the intersection as well. Such a fun bit of memories, all that and dog shit all over the place as well, since there were no "green" areas for a dog to do its business in, it could be anywhere.
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