In the late 1980&#x27;s, my aunt visited Romania along with some friends who were employed in the US State Dept.<p>On a side-trip through a rural area, they stopped and my aunt asked a woman if she could take her picture in front of her small, but very well maintained, house. She agreed, and after the picture was taken, she started crying. They asked why, and after some hesitation, the woman explained that she and her family were being forced to relocate to Bucharest, and they would have to abandon the house that her family had lived in for several generations. My aunt got her contact info, and later sent her a copy of the picture.