I met Alexandra almost by accident. Short story, I had to spend a few hours with this sixteen year old girl. She talks a lot about all kinds of things, her favorite color (blue), her passion for jeans, for Michael Jackson, for photography, her father, her mother, her mother’s boyfriend, her favorite food, the boy that bullied her in the elementary school, but that she now likes, her dog that bit her. We walked a bit in the garden of a
Bucharest high school,
Lucian Blaga. School gardens are always beautiful in autumn. It was Sunday, so
the garden was empty, except for a few cards, left in the grass.