Antonio Vivaldi was the name of my teacher Jorge Vascones’ chamber orchestra. During my teenage years he taught me not only how to play the violin but how to appreciate it for what it does. Today, I couldn’t felt any other way but nostalgic sitting on my bed next to my stringless violin. Read More

Three things

A recent call with mom got me thinking quite a lot about what I had finally learnt during my first year in Romania. Read More

I’m not fleeing, I fly.

“Dear parents, today you won’t have a child anymore. Without smoke, without alcohol, I fly. I’m not fleeing, I fly.” Read More