One day, many years ago, I decided to go to the world, to make a better life. I would have liked to close my eyes and put my finger on the map of the earth, to choose randomly, to take my life as an adventure, but at home I had moral obligations and I did not allow myself the luxury of taking sufficiently unthinking decisions.
I headed to Italy, a country that was then quite rich, with plenty of opportunities for strangers working. I only knew a few basic words, but I had confidence in myself, in people, in luck, and in my power to take life, to struggle with hardship and to win. I needed about three months to learn Italian, a language quite similar to Romanian. I could communicate easily with people, I could understand what I was asked to do, I could laugh at their jokes and even managed to make jokes.
Day by day I was getting better. I worked hard in Italy, I taught well the language of those warm, welcoming, loving people. I still remember Read More