Summer is just around the corner and we – mighty Romanians – are afraid of grass (cut the grin, this post is not about opiates). Grass, lawn.

Sitting on it, that is.

Yes, we're terrified to sit on the grass. Scared of any patch of grass within the city limits – the grass in the field, hill or forrest is of a benign type and we adore it – but in a park touching the lawn is a big no-no. We're pretty defensive when it comes to drafts, too, but that's for a different post – back to the grass for now.

Go to London (crazy Brits in the pict above) or round the world – see how people lie in the sun on the lawn in parks, tanning, having a sandwich or two, reading a book, kissing the significant other, teaching the kids how to walk, listening music, licking icecream, working on their laptops. Or just simply sitting there doing nothing.

We're not doing that! In Romania if you lie on the grass you're either dead drunk or dead-dead. Or you intend to be.