A friend of mine claims that books and theater plays find us, it's not us who find them. I tend to agree, some things seem to "find" us when we need them.

For example, as I was searching for the ONE women magazine I read, I saw on the cover an interview with Sandra Pralong, a woman who returned to Romania after reaching one of the top positions working for Newsweek in New York. Asked why did she leave everything she had (and the potential to have more and better) to come back to Romania where one is expected to get angry and angrier with the way things work, she answered that she felt she belonged. She believes in the country, and if I am called a dreamer, she is sleepwalking...that's how positive and optimistic she is! Her book, "Why I came back to Romania", presents her story and other stories of Romanians who had it all abroad but decided to come back to build something here, in Romania.

The same magazine had an interview with Gabriel Liiceanu, important contemporary Romanian writer and editor. He published a diary-like book and talks about why blogs, although in a way similar to diaries, are different. I have to agree with him that writing letters to my friends would bring us closer to each other in a way a blog will never manage to do. Its superficiality and shallowness is the price the blog pays for being quicker, more spontaneous.

I would love to write letters...