What is one word that describes you?
It’s in my blood.
It’s in my veins.
It’s in my genes.
My grandmother was a quarter Serbian.
Yugoslavia was the only country that managed to throw the German Army out on its own in WW2.
My father was Armenian. They say it takes two Jews to take on an Armenian. Need I say more?
My mother’s father came from an Oltenian family who could trace his bloodline to the Calomfirescu boyar house.
They say that Oltenians are the genetic product of a bunch of bloodlines going back to the Roman legion V Macedonica. This legion had been stationed in Judaea prior to its involvement in the Dacian Wars of 101-106 AD.
Yeah, right, I may have Jewish droplets of blood in my veins too.
We do not scare easily and we never give in.
We dig in our heels and we fight back.
Always.
This is my kin. This is my legacy. We endure. We move on. Like a tank squashing a lie.
Relentlessly unapologetic.
Götterdämmerung 