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That night, as the fiddlers in the local tavern struck up the familiar tune of "O Căruță Brăileană," Sandu danced with a glass of wine in his hand, knowing that as long as the wheels kept turning, the heart of the city would never stop beating.

By the time the scent of the salty Danube hit his nose, the sky was turning violet. He rolled into the Great Port of Brăila just as the last of the Greek grain ships was preparing to weigh anchor. The merchant, a stout man with a heavy gold watch, looked up in surprise. O Caruta Braileanca

"I didn't expect the honey for another two days!" the merchant exclaimed. That night, as the fiddlers in the local