I’m afraid of the cold outside world. Low temperatures in the Scottish country make cars, trees, and grass in white, motionless statues during the night. I’m especially afraid of people who are getting colder, more aggressive, more impassive. The earth, though spins on an axis, seems to be heading in the wrong direction. Everybody should be afraid of the times that will come. What kind of world will we leave to our children?

We live our lives in more or less crowded houses, drive cheaper or more expensive cars, eat better or worse, and all the while we pass impassively to the dramas of others. Do we ever think, when we take a shower or when we rock in the pool, that on Earth live children who do not have a cup of fresh water to drink? Do we think of bitterness that has nothing to eat? But to those who die because medical treatments are too expensive and they can not afford to pay?

Happy women’s day. How many women around the world cry today hungry children, how many suffer because their men are hitting them, how many are they working hard today to survive? I’m lucky I’m on holiday today, but I have often worked hard to grow my baby, to eat what I eat, to pay my bills, to survive. Sometimes I feel like I can not do that anymore because it leaves my strength, but every time I get up and tell me I need to do a little more.

Do you know what was the first thing I thought about when I moved to Scotland? I’ll be 3000 kilometers closer to seeing northern lights. I still have not had the chance to see them, but I hope it will happen someday. Others live a life in the northern part of the earth and do not see boreal aurora. I hope not to be so unlucky.

I read a blog article earlier about the huge differences between the Romanian people and the civilized peoples of Western Europe. While the Germans saved a rat, and the English saved Guinea pigs from a fire, in my country a mayor and his staff were shooting and then hanging on a wire four crows. How can I be happy when shame makes me want to disappear, hide myself in a snake hole?

Yes, I am Romanian because I was born in Romania, but I am ashamed when such things happen. I try to do as much as I can: write on my blogs in the hope that at least some people will understand the message and they will self-educate and educate their children, teach them to love any form of life and take care of the earth that feeds us and sustains us.

What do you do to turn the world into a better place, a place where our children grow healthy, beautiful, good-hearted? About me and what I’m doing for this Earth you can read on my other blogs, unfortunately written in Romanian.