
On my road trip to Romania I played many roles. I was the guide, the driver, the translator, the GPS, the time keeper, the photographer, the sister, the daughter, the focused one, the tired one and the happy one. It was also a very vulnerable moment for me because this was the first time my best friends came to my home, the place I grew up, the place I got my education, I had my struggles and enjoyed my childhood. I was wondering what will they say, how will they feel, will they understand me better after seeing where I come from, why I am how I am…?! I didn’t try to live up to any expectations, I just presented everything as it was or still is: authentic, chaotic, emotional, tasty and beautiful. Continue reading
When I see these pictures many emotions run through my body. The exciting 1,5h spent at the border with Ainaz and Jule to let us pass, my father turning 60, spending time with my sister, crying all the time, enjoying the fresh air, meeting dear friends of mine …sharing everything with my two best friends…all this is special to me. 


Back in Romania I got myself into a group of people who took me to hike in the Carpathian Mountains. It was totally new terrain for me, but I instantly fall in love with it. Through this community, I met wonderful people who accompanied me during my ups& downs of that time. I also discovered photography as being a real hobby, a real activity, a place I could create and express how I see the world. I discovered a happy place, my happy place. 




