On Sunday, May 21st I attended the Gay Pride Parade in Chisinau.
I arrived at 11:50, and a few rubber-neckers were already beginning to crust around the edges of the police barricade. I entered at the left corner of Bucuresti and Ismail streets. This was the only point where someone beckoned for those who would join – how did they choose us? Did I just look nice?
Sundry Travels 