Volunteering Stories

Thinking of hitchhiking used to give me the images of smiley, hippie styled people standing off the road effortlessly trying to stop a hippsterish car to get them to their happy destination.  Not anymore.  Instead I see tired, shabby people with undefined face expression desperately trying to get anywhere near their destination point before it

I remember the first day in Romania still quite good. I was travelling from Budapest to Baia Mare with the Bus; it took me seven hours, which gave me some time to watch the landscape. What I noticed were huge hills of watermelons that were sold on the streets, the villages, different from the villages

I left home two months and 2 days ago, on 3 July 2013 and at the beginning I wanted to change some of how I was living and also to find many new friends. The fly on the clouds of Romania took me in a land of small villages looking not very recent; getting to

7th of July early in the morning: After I said goodbye to all my friends and my family I checked in at the Airport in Berlin, curious what is that would expect me. One hour and 45 minutes later my plane arrived in Bucharest. I finally had the chance to sleep a little bit, the

Ok, when arrived I felt so worried, curious and of course tired. Also I felt that I fall in safe hands, but the language barrier really scared me. With every each day I feel more relaxed. I’m surprised by the fact that Romania is a beautiful country, with good people, streets and it’s so cool

Parerea mea despre Turcia se invarte in jurul ideii ca aceasta este o tara a contrastelor. De la femeile imbracate astfel incat sa nu li se mai vada decat ochii, tipic musulmane, la magazinele pline de chipsuri vestice si de Coca-Cola. Din cate inteleg eu, turcii au o problema pe care o putem vedea si