Hail to the Thief
It’s a bittersweet time for me. Today, Romanians go to the polls to elect their new president. Ten years ago, I was a new immigrant to Romania. I barely understood the language and my ancient television could only receive one channel over the air. I remember watching a bald man with a Dutch uncle squint, a kind of friendly pirate, cry copious amounts of tears. … Continue reading Hail to the Thief
