Ioana Urma's Profile
I grew up in a paradisiacal garden, in a house in the center of historic Bucharest.
Playing in mud.
Walking through a forest embraced by filtered sunlight.
Rolling sideways down a grassy hill.
Burying my nose in fragrant pollen, between colored petals.
Hiding in bushes.
Falling on soft snow.
When our neighborhood started being demolished to make way for the huge communist palace... we had the most fun of our lives: burning, cutting, breaking, making.
During all this time, I read with great passion a series of books entitled "Povesti Nemuritoare" (Undying/Immortal Stories) - a large collection of…
- Joined October 29, 2009