How many of you will know that in sector 3, Bucharest, we have a neighborhood called… India? Not many, I guess. We’ve been there, and, behind an apparent wilderness, we found people – poor, wounded, pushed outside society. They are human beings, each having joys, sadnesses and expectations. These unfortunate souls formed families and improvised small…
THERE ARE STILL CHILDREN WITH NO CHILDHOOD…
It was late autumn of ’94… I still remember dull and capricious weather, similar to what we have now. I wasn’t too scared of cold at that time. I was more scared of my loneliness. What I was least scared of was myself. In fairly equal proportions, these things are reversed today, I believe. “Will…