Bucharest is more than a city to me. It is where my story began. I was born here and spent the first part of my life in an orphanage, long before I understood what that truly meant.

The city carries layers of history, beauty and scars. Its grand boulevards, old buildings and traces of the past tell stories of change, resilience and survival. In many ways, Bucharest feels like a mirror of my own beginning: imperfect, complex, but deeply meaningful.

Returning to it is not only a journey to a place. It is a quiet return to the first chapter of my life.