I am a Romanian-born woman with a dream bigger than me.
I write books hoping to make a living from it.
It's not easy. Not at all.
But what's easy nowadays?
Better yet: what was ever easy?
I love my country and my language, I respect the traditions, I long to see the street I grew up, the house I was raised in... I long to see my parents, my sisters and brothers all together.
But I live in England now.
Romania is far, far away...
Not only in terms of physical distance as... of the way I fell about my roots.
I left my country when I was 24.
Italy was my destination.
Italy... one of the most beautiful countries in the world.
I learned so much.
I cried so much.
I was so unfairly treated.
And why?
What have I done?
Have I been a bad person?
No.
I was ... a prisoner of geography. Nothing else mattered.
I wrote books about that period. Ten Years in Italy, Three Weeks a Human is one of them.
But I also write about immigration on my blogs. You know that.
I am glad that happened... what happened in Italy otherwise I wouldn't be here.
And I want to be here... in England.
I love living in England.
But I am not sure for how long now... with the Brexit going on.
Yet. "Dum spiro spero. While I breathe, I hope."
I hold no grudge to anyone.
My answer was: Hope.
I am an immigrant and a human just like you. I have hopes and dreams and I want to achieve them. I have this right. My nationality doesn't define me.
What other people do is their responsibility, not mine.
Right?
Is reading a burning desire?
Join an author who cares. Read the stories You Love.
I write books hoping to make a living from it.
It's not easy. Not at all.
But what's easy nowadays?
Better yet: what was ever easy?
I love my country and my language, I respect the traditions, I long to see the street I grew up, the house I was raised in... I long to see my parents, my sisters and brothers all together.
But I live in England now.
Romania is far, far away...
Not only in terms of physical distance as... of the way I fell about my roots.
I left my country when I was 24.
Italy was my destination.
Italy... one of the most beautiful countries in the world.
I learned so much.
I cried so much.
I was so unfairly treated.
And why?
What have I done?
Have I been a bad person?
No.
I was ... a prisoner of geography. Nothing else mattered.
I wrote books about that period. Ten Years in Italy, Three Weeks a Human is one of them.
But I also write about immigration on my blogs. You know that.
I am glad that happened... what happened in Italy otherwise I wouldn't be here.
And I want to be here... in England.
I love living in England.
But I am not sure for how long now... with the Brexit going on.
Yet. "Dum spiro spero. While I breathe, I hope."
I hold no grudge to anyone.
Being good is a decision, not a consequence.A friend of mine asked me once why have I left my country. What have I dreamed to achieve?
My answer was: Hope.
I am an immigrant and a human just like you. I have hopes and dreams and I want to achieve them. I have this right. My nationality doesn't define me.
What other people do is their responsibility, not mine.
Right?
Is reading a burning desire?
Join an author who cares. Read the stories You Love.
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May the universe be always on your side.