I was raised in countryside, by my grand-parents, a busy family, growing vines, cultivating fields with corn, potatoes and grains. My parents brought me back in the city when I was 5 or 6. They visited me during the week-ends but mostly I was living in a village, in the rhythm of the seasons. I still remember waiting the bus who came from city and hoping my parents are getting off it. I was loved by an extended family - my grandparents, my grand-aunt and other relatives. Although I stayed there for a few years, everybody knew I will live in the city, when the school years were to start, so, somehow they handled me differently. I caught all the bad and the good from people surrounding me, in Romania's countryside of 80s: - I was drinking wine at 4 and suffered an alcoholic coma - I learnt how to curse like an adult, with colorful language. I remember, after coming back to the city, how atrocious I cursed an adult. He was totally struck by the contrast between my age and the sti...
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