The next morning I glanced out of my hotel window. My God! I thought this guy was hiding behind the satellite dish and in the middle of a shootout with the police. I looked to the right, expecting to see a SWAT team scampering on the rooftops. There was nothing so I looked back at the balcony. Darn! The guy was only fiddling with the cable. Bucharest wasn't as exciting as I had hoped.