Author: Cǎtǎ Gǎrdescu

I cannot call myself a patriot, that would make me a hypocrite. As a gay woman in a middle management position I don’t feel exactly at home here in Bucharest and am living in a bubble choosing not to truly be me outside of it most times. But never until this week have I felt the burden of a mistake to be this heavy: I should have left this country when I had a chance.

I feel like I live in one of those silent movies from the past, you know, the ones where people are moving at very high speed on the screen. I wake up Monday morning at 5 AM and get dressed for the day and before I realize it, I am getting undressed in the same spot on Thursday evening and I can barely remember what Tuesday was all about.

These children push us to do things which have become so rare and hard these days: be present fully, engage, step out of our comfort zone, wait, be patient, infinitely patient and willing to change every day, sometimes every hour.