Back to August 2003 – my brother and I took a train to Bucharest, from there we took a plane to Greece

By Adelina Cazacutu, AUTHOR ;Victoria Vinet, EDITOR

I did not know what it meant to be the same, but I wanted to be the same nevertheless. The land I stood on and the words I spoke changed, but the smiles I saw and the cries I heard were the same as my native people’s. The warmth of the sun and the rain drops on your skin feel the same, no matter where your feet may lead you.

 

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