I arrived in Baia Mare from Italy exactly
three weeks ago after two days spent on trains.
21 days
have passed and I cannot realize it: I feel like I have been here only
since yesterday even if I recognize the streets and the places, the weather and
the people.
The strangest thing though is that I also feel
like I am home even if I can only speak a bunch of Romanian words and I see the
sun only once a week.

I have met a lot of wonderful people, both
Romanian and foreigners (just like me); people with their doubts and flaws but
willing to do something good, something useful, something helpful; from the
controllers and the passengers who made me avoid to catch the wrong train and
took me to my seat (I was a bit confused after 24 hours without sleeping) to
the Romanian volunteers who showed me their incredible work with children in
difficult situations, from my mates in the project (and the house) I have been
considering friends since after few days our first meeting to our coordinators
who manage to organize all this overcoming the several difficulties that each
project takes (especially in covid time), from the teachers who were so
enthusiastic of having us in the school and gave us all the necessary help and
something more to the students who welcomed us so warmly: even if my doubts are
so strong they convinced me what we are doing is worth to be done.