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The Rena Family
The deeper we went into Mofleni, the more apparent the desperation became. Each successive turn transported us further away from the commercial comforts of Craiova, the major metropolitan city mere kilometers away. Roads became more uneven, the homes more downtrodden. … Continue reading
Valeriu Nicolae
When Valeriu Nicolae approached a school director in Bucharest to ask about using one of her classrooms, he was told to look elsewhere. The director had no interest in allowing him open a Roma learning center on her campus. Not … Continue reading
Mihai and Andreea Popescu
Mihai and Andreea Popescu are what one might call a typical Romanian Couple. He’s a web developer. She’s unemployed. Together, they live in a small, one room studio flat in a gated community on the outskirts of Bucharest. Impeccably organized, … Continue reading
On Getting Attacked by a Street Gang
It all happened so fast. The time between walking past the group of teenagers, and ending up in the car of some random stranger, clutching a handkerchief to stop the blood squirting out from my split eyebrow, couldn’t have been … Continue reading
Moving on to the Next Great Challenge
I had to squint to keep the rain from blurring my vision, but even so I could just begin to make out the words on the large, looming billboard awaiting us at the other end of the Hydrostation dam. “Just … Continue reading












