What Are You Looking At?

This situation has come up numerous times so I finally feel the need to address it. Staring in Moldova. It may be that I look funny or am dressed strangely, but people in Moldova roam about freely, staring at people. I have not only noticed them staring at me in a rude manner, but also other people who are native to this country. While walking up a street, the people on the other end (who I am walking towards) stop what they are talking about (probably the price of vegetables) and stare for a solid minute. They don't try to be inconspicuous and don't care that you know they are staring at you. They just stare to their heart is content. It isn't just a normal glance, it is a good and long stare. It is as if I am a multiple facial piercing unnaturally colored Mohawk wearing person making out with my same sex lover in a church parking lot on Sunday blaring anti-semantic rap while chopping off the heads of baby kittens to make juice to sell to the parishioners after mass. But I'm not. I mean really people? Sometimes I smile at them as I pass, other times I walk past, roll my eyes, stick out my tongue, and make a noise, to myself to feel better.