Romania – Explorer of the Everyday

Childhood: made in concrete

I grew up in a concrete environment. During communist Romania, blocks of flats emerged from the ground and spread across cities like mushrooms after a fresh rain, with no architectural purpose other than squeezing people in. Glued one next to the other and separated by thin walls, we could hear our neighbours putting a glassContinue reading “Childhood: made in concrete”

My Name is Silvia and I’m an Immigrant

I am one of the hundreds of million of people who moved from one country to another. At twenty, I willingly left Romania and reluctantly landed in Belgium. Back then, I was just travelling somewhere else, having no idea that immigration would stick with me. Now that I have been living in Belgium for ten yearsContinue reading “My Name is Silvia and I’m an Immigrant”