In Romania, as November dies and winter gathers on the hills, there comes a night when the old stories stir again. On the eve of Saint Andrew’s feast, November 29 into November 30, Romanian folk tradition imagines the ordinary boundaries of the world becoming less certain. Wolves gather and may be given the power of speech. Strigoi leave their graves and wander among the living. The future becomes briefly readable, and a house that has not been properly protected with garlic