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I enjoy feeling nostalgic; actually I wouldn’t call it nostalgia; it’s akin to gathering gems from the past – both bright and dark – and placing them into the mouth of the Ouroboros. It is the mouth of transformation, where memories of the past blend with actions, feelings of the present and hopes for the

My first “job” was gathering redcurrants in my grandparents’ garden. It resembled a job because I requested payment, secretly hoping for a refusal so I could return to my books. Much to my surprise, my grandpa gave me 3 LEI (my first salary), leaving me with no escape; I had to earn the money. After