When I was beginning to write and trying to publish, and because I had to live in a double closed world (the sanatorium, where I was working as a nurse, and the communist Romania of that time), I thought to invent a different world than mine in my writing, one with well-known places such as Rome or Rio de Janeiro but that I had never visited before.
I simply begun to pretend I was free to travel like a citizen from West and wrote consequently. In fact, I was listening one day to an Italian radio channel when I suddenly understood that I should write as another person. I thought that more...
