What had attracted me to drop in on the village was this wooden church. There was activity going on as people arrived and bells rang. Also, a long piece of wood called toacă, was rhythmically tapped with a mallet before service time to call the worshippers to church. I got brave and entered the small structure after swishing the bottoms of my shoes in a puddle as others were doing to get the mud off. I imagined it as some holy ritual that I'd better follow or I'd be in big trouble.