Romania is my country. If you walk on the streets of Romania, it looks like most Balkan countries. And then, things start to pop up. Almost everybody is wearing dark- coloured clothes, everyone is in a hurry, speaking on their extremely fancy phones, crossing the street wherever they like, whenever they like, however they like. There are highly valued cars on the streets, in a country where the average income is of a few hundreads euros a month.
Romania is a country that does not respect human rights, freedom, and so on. Who can know why? Maby because during the communist era they were forced to adopt certain living ingredients, and now can not let go of them, maby because they have always felt threatened by enemies, of whom they had a lot, maby not.
I always write about the wonderful things of Romania, the magnificant people and the fascinating places. I`ve been everywhere: from the beaches on the sea side to the thousends of monasteries in Romanian Moldova, to the Iron Gates and the Western city of Timişoara. One can see the dolphins, the house where the person who inspired Bram Stroker`s Dracula was born, the relics of a fifty year-old communist regim, and so much more.
Romania has a lot of emigrants, bad press, and mostly bad political views. But what Romania needs today is a saviour. It deserves this.