When I was working as a journalist, I had written a story with an old woman, living all alone in an ancient mountain village. Many years passed ever since, but…
Special Stories officially turns 1 year old today. And for the last two weeks I kept on thinking how I should write this text, for our first anniversary together, I…
I’m definitely a people person. I love having good people around, hugging, holding hands, sharing. I love the feeling of being together. Cooking with love for my dearest. Doing things…
“Now we can make the eggs”. I’m a child and this is the phrase I expected the most. In my childhood, Easter eggs were painted naturally – boiled with onion…
Mirela, one of those special people I had written about, gave me a very good idea. “You have to write during these times, you have to write a lot”, she…
I’m 6 years old, it’s my last spring before going to school. I’m in the village of my grandparents, happy to stay there as much as I want – times…
Daddy run, ruuuuuun. I’m just few years old, Daddy took the old sleigh out of the attic and we are both running. Daddy wears a fur hat – the famous…
I don’t think there is a woman in the whole world who doesn’t have a story with red shoes. And I don’t know if mine is special, in any way.…
There’s a book I simply fell in love with, this summer – “My invented country”, written by Isabel Allende. Famous novelist living in United States now, Isabel Allende is a…
I left Romania 2 years ago, thinking that my story with journalism was over. I left awfully disappointed, after 15 years of journalism in a country too beautiful, too poor…