I don’t know if all the Romanian people will understand this title. We eat home made french fries and home made chicken wings and home made soupe and home made apple pies. We don’t have Big’n'Tasty on our menu.

I’m glad I’m here. I learned to quickly make beds, to have a fake smile all the time on my face, to say “thank you” when I really want to say is “kill you”, to ask “how are you?” when I’m really not interested in how someone is, to say “I’m fine, thank you” even if I want to cry, curse and stick a knife in someone’s head, to shut up every time I’m humiliate by someone who is not smarter or better than me and so on.

I really emproved my english. Now I know words like “broom”, “to sweep”, “reg”, “shreded letuce” and “shake mix”. I’m sure I will use those words any time soon.

I met great people. People that laught in your face when you try to share a problem with them or people who are more interested to explain our “do not give courtesy coups” policy than to just give a damn cup to a person who is having a heart atack in front of them.

But I’m still lucky because, between so many beautiful things I met really really really good and great people who are really caring and who are really trying to do something. Thank you, Donald and Betty!