If I had been born somewhere else than Scornicesti during the Communism…

If I had grown up with somebody else than my grandmother…

If I hadn’t had a brother…

If I hadn’t gone to kindergarten with older children just to be near my brother…

If I hadn’t had hepatitis…

If I hadn’t had a crush on the most popular boy in school when I was 13…

If I hadn’t gone to RM. Valcea for studying and living with my aunt, my uncle and my two cousins…

If I had been in a humanistic class rather than in an intensive maths class…

If I had gone to high-school somewhere else than Pitesti…

If I had study something else than Communication and Public Relations at university…

If I hadn’t been left for another girl…

If I hadn’t worked in PR and advertising for more than 3 years…

If I hadn’t had the courage to leave a job when I felt perverted by my work…

If I hadn’t apply to an Erasmus Mundus scholarship in Copenhagen and meet all the people in here…

If my uncle hadn’t died all of a sudden without saying good bye to anyone, and thus putting into question each one’s meaning of life …

If I hadn’t gone to the funeral 2.000 km away, to get used to the idea he is not around anymore…

If I hadn’t came back to Copenhagen, feeling like a bird moved out of its nest…

If I had seen my MA LLL colleagues differently…

If I hadn’t been able to listen and change my mind when I saw your point…

If I hadn’t loved my family and my friends so much…

If I hadn’t had this need for private space…

Then I wouldn’t have been the person I am today.  I am two selfs in one:  I am my past. And I am my emerging future. I am.