Immigrant homework I remember the day I left Romania for England. I wrote about it here. I cried all the way to the airport, in the airport, on the plane and on the cab that took me to my new “home”. Even if I was leaving by my own choice…

The 19th letter to my dad Hey dad, it’s a war out there. Since you’ve been gone we’ve had a pandemic, wars, climate going to hell and all that jazz. …

The 18th letter to my Dad Hey Dad. Still writing to you in a pandemic, go figure. In the 18 years I lived on this Earth without you, this is and was the strangest one. Yesterday I realised today is the day I normally write you a letter. Some thoughts…

Protests are supposed to be uncomfortable. It’s not on us to tell people who feel the need to protest when and how to do it. Yes, protests might get violent. That’s sad, horrible and uncomfortable, too. Yes, sometimes they happen during a pandemic. That’s terrible, but when something is under…

I open the doors to my balcony. It’s a quiet morning. The girls upstairs are listening to some mellow music. One of the neighbours from across the streets is also on his balcony, having a smoke and talking to someone inside in Portuguese. Somewhere a baby starts crying, a piercing…

You’re cooped up inside your own house. And what’s worse, inside your own mind. And slowly, like in a movie, you get to see how much of what you’ve lived so far influenced where your mind is, at this moment in time. You get to see how much you steal…

Would you have believed, 17 years ago, that I’d write to you during a pandemic?! Well. To be fair, you probably would have. You always had a wilder imagination than anyone I’ve known. You always knew the world was insane and could twist and turn in gravity-defying ways in a…

I've been living in a constant stage of sensory overload. In the beginning there was only an eerie silence. And then the walls fell down and everything suddenly became so much. It's a constant show of lights and fireworks, a permanent drunken haze in a tube which never stops. …

It's been a hell of a year — One year ago we got the keys to the apartment in London. I remember us having a stroll by the Thames that evening, taking it all in, then heading over to Ikea to buy some bedding because, well, we had none. Later, at home (home!),I started planning the life here…