Then he and another cousin are pushing me down the stairs.
I am trying to protect my dress (which is very long) from being torn.
A case of beer, two bottles of champagne and two bottles of whisky were the price for my return. When we get back, I am carried in, the alcohol is presented to my “kidnappers”, my shoe is returned to me and Marius and I dance.
At the wedding, while I was dancing with one of the guys he suddenly said to me “Ready? I said yes and the next thing I know I’m being hurried out through the kitchen and down the steps. Up to this point, I am happy with the way the kidnapping turned out.
The day before the wedding, two of the guys met with our Godfather to talk about the ransom.
As much as I hated (and hate) the tradition, I realized it meant a lot to the Romanians and especially to the three guys I had picked.
The “ransom” is usually a variety of alcoholic beverages.
From the first minute I heard about this tradition I swore up and down that I would not be kidnapped at my wedding. I could not get them to understand why I was so opposed to the tradition.
He told me that no one had spoken with him about it, so no, he would not be kidnapped. I tell my mother-in-law and she also says it should not have happened.
About an hour after I was kidnapped I see two women rushing out of the door with Marius and know that he has just been kidnapped. I go to our Godmother to tell her and she says they should not have done that. She says we’ll tell them that we’ll give them something tomorrow. They have not been given their “ransom”, the older man refuses to give back Marius’ shoe and Marius has been tied to a chair at the table where the women are sitting.