I left home when I was 18 and since then I learned that missing home, the small city where I was born, with all the familiar faces, buildings or street corners, can become a chronic disease without a cure, a disease that one bears in a hidden corner of his soul for ever. Since then, I have returned there countless times but it has never really felt like home again. I had warm feeling of belonging there. But, at least, among the millions of 'commuters that roam the world, I am lucky enough to still have a place to return to.

I was born in Romania, in 1974. I fell in love with photography in the nich school years and bought eon dire' photos samelènback inithatestweaoiat Africa, Western and Eastern Europe, especially Romania, doing mostly documentary work about different cultures, people 19 ways of life, and their struggle for a better life in the impoverished parts of the world.