Sandu only laughed, tipped his cap, and gave the reins a gentle shake. He wasn't just delivering goods; he was carrying the spirit of the port city—a place where the East met the West, and where life moved as fast as the river current.
"Ready, my beauties?" Sandu whispered to his horses. He had a reputation to uphold. In Brăila, they said a local cart could outrun a thunderstorm if the driver was bold enough. O Caruta Braileanca
As he began his journey, the rhythmic clack-clack of the wooden wheels became a song. Along the way, he passed heavy, slow-moving oxcarts. The drivers waved their hats, shouting, "Slow down, Sandu! You’ll set the road on fire!" Sandu only laughed, tipped his cap, and gave