A few months ago, Mum said something that will likely stay with me for my entire life. She confessed her fear that she and I were drifting into two entirely different worlds. For context: in Romania, the far-right, pro-Russian parties were gaining alarming ground, becoming more popular by the day, and teetering dangerously close to power. The thought was genuinely unsettling.
Then, the news came. Romania had chosen. It had chosen democracy, freedom, and its European path. The very same world that I, my friends, and my family feel we belong to – and always will.
The relief was immense, truly palpable, when I learned Nicușor Dan had emerged victorious. For me, for Mum, for so many of our close friends, he felt like a hero in that moment. A hero who, in our eyes, kept that vital bridge between the UK and Romania open and strong.
We’re still part of the same world. And for that, I am so, so deeply grateful.
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