Some people from back home. From both homes I had (Bacau and Calarasi).
I remember them being loud and immature and full of careless wonder.
I remember me trying to be one of them, trying to live my life as joyful as I could. And to some extent I succeeded. I may not be as fearless now but I can still walk the streets at 4am alone and get inspired and not be afraid.
I guess you just have to enjoy the ride.
Thank you to all those people that made me the slightly loud and almost saturated with careless wonder.