A Peruvian living in Romania
The waiting has ended today. After a continuous struggle to decide where my next step would be, I decided to give Romania one more try and I have been accepted as a resident for the next five years. Today I am officially a member of the European Union. Here below I am going to answer three questions.
What a headache! Though the sun had been barely shining on me, I believe it had been me trying to bury my thoughts of frustration while I had been digging around 50 half-meter holes in the ground.
During my student exchange program in Ankara, one of my classmates asked me while giving me a ride back home: “how did you become such a strong feminist?”. I had never thought of me as a feminist because I considered being so was too “political” for my taste (or knowledge).
I don’t know if when I was a child I ever got lost. As a youngster and then as an adult (phew, so close to saying: elder), fortunately, I never went through any situation where I didn’t know where I was or where I had to go and panicked. At least, not that kind of physical/geographical disorientation.
In trying to remember my first idea about immigration, I realize how much I didn’t know about it. Somehow I had associated the term to illegal latinos somewhere in the USA. I had confused immigrant with migrant. And even if now I am one -of those, I still am pretty confused. Continue reading “Immigrant – Part 1”
Coffee shops are one of my most favorite places where I spend my day doing important things like searching for jobs. I believe it is because I appreciate that time in silence where my thoughts can begin to take place. That is what I did today and after that, when I left the place to go home, suddenly, uncertainty and sadness clouded my heart. My eyes immediately watered. I began to tell myself outloud a story that came to my mind. Continue reading “Don’t you care?”
In the past three months I ran 21km twice. Two years ago, I did not think I would get this far in my new hobby. Three years ago, I did not think I would make it this far in life. Fifteen years ago, I thought I was going to be a famous violinist like David Garrett. Continue reading “Romania – Year #3”
