On Sunday, the entire country celebrated a wedding. Alina is getting married, there is a wedding in the neighborhood! Normally, this is the kind of event that only concerns the relatives and friends of the lucky bride. But when the groom is a major businessman, who is a shareholder in a football club, and his godfather is even richer, and a shareholder in another, even bigger football club, the wedding first turns into prime time news and then into a disgusting media circus. The extensive coverage began a few weeks in advance, in order to entice the public, and the excitement had been growing by the hour. Even the most insignificant piece of information, some of it rather private, was delivered to the public with an attention to detail that you"d be hard pressed in different circumstances: the price of the food and drinks, the bridal gown, the suit of the groom and of the godfather, where the fabric was brought from, where the salt came from, how much money was spent on a Cuban lady who was going to roll enough cigars for an army, the presents that were offered, where the marriage and the honeymoon would take place, how many butterflies would be set free after the religious ceremony, how tall the cake would be and who would be singing live by the pool. Knowing all that, you could be happy in the knowledge that there was nothing you"d missed. With excess being the norm nowadays, one needs a strong ability to focus to realize that this entire story is getting out of hand.

However, the entire thing starts to fall apart when you see footage from the wedding, interspersed with images of the modest meals that the wretched souls have to get by on. The speeches of most of the guests of Realitatea TV were designed to appeal to the many, criticizing the opulence of the wedding while at the same time bemoaning the fate of the underprivileged. After all, it was all