"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.
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. O Caruta Braileanca
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. "Ready, my beauties