My story with Bucharest

I left Bucharest at the beginning of 2017. The city that became my home for one year and always a place to come back.
I remember exactly the day when I touched down at Otopeni. I remember the smell of the air – I could feel the dust in my lungs. The sound of a language that was like a strange combination of Italian, French, something Slavic… The terrifying speed of the taxi that made me nauseous. Back then, I didn’t know what to expect from Romanian capital. I had no plan, I didn’t know how long I’ll stay. I just went there with an open mind and an open heart, ready for better and worse days.
Bucharest welcomed me with its chaos, dirt, noise, difficult topography, huge traffic problem. And what did I do? I fell in love.
I was mesmerized by its diversity, mismatch of architecture, green zones, musical events, rich social life.

Nevertheless, I know that if I hadn’t met some bunch of people on my way I wouldn’t have felt so attached to this place. People that not only became my friends, my shelter, my inspiration, my teachers, my students, my guides, the reason I wanted to better myself every day. People that showered on me an unbelievable amount of positive vibes. For me, these people create the city.

I think that Bucharest is one of those places you love or hate. It can be confusing, overwhelming, annoying but interesting, absorbing and vivid at the same time.