From an article in The Telegraph, “Born in the Sewers“:
Bucharest’s vehicle-choked main streets, darting between ageing Trabants, buses and trucks that spew out so much exhaust the air is barely breathable.
The trabants aren’t trabants, they are Dacias. They are everywhere, and the name is written on the back of almost every one.
I was there in late summer, and I didn’t find the air any less breathable than central London at that time of year. Sensationalism and stereotyping. Urgh.