A local equivalent of Murphy’s law in Communist Romania stated that, if you had been waiting long enough for a bus to come and decided to light a cigarette, the bus would come before you even had the time to enjoy your cancer stick.

I was confronted with yet another proof of this perverse natural law last week, as I was trying to start my new life as a student at Stanford without any luggage or other form of wardrobe. It had already been 6 days since KLM was tracking my two suitcases and their customer support website was showing the same disconcerting message “Tracking continues. Please check back later.”

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There was an awkward silence last Sunday morning around the deserted Stanford campus. Except for the flag displayed at half-staff in the White Plaza and a moving moving performance of Mozart’s Requiem by Schola Cantorum at the Stanford Memorial Church, the day seemed to pass like any other. The minute of silence observed nation-wide at 8:46 EST, the time when the first plane hit the North Tower, went unnoticed as most of the West Coast was probably still asleep at the time. Overall, I had the feeling that this important anniversary was somehow understated here, where business seemed to carry on as usual. But was it?

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“I bet you’ll be wearing short pants and flip-flops in no time after you arrive at Stanford”,my friend Cosana kidded last year, when I made a nasty comment on the Americans’ (and Californians’ in particular) preference for dressing down. “Wanna bet?”, I retorted, quite sure I wouldn’t be adopting the casual uniform of the Stanford student, y compris the loathed flip-flops, so easily. Well, it turns out Cosana’s prediction was not far from reality.

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