Oana Lorelei Mihala (Romania)

Me and Development  

Once upon a time there was a developing country called Romania. Somewhere in Europe, Eastern Europe. I was born there. It was grey, it was cold, with no memories of a tasty chocolate or sweet oranges, as a child. No cartoons on TV, no light in the evening to write the homework. My parents were whispering about the president. I don’t know why. We still have problems. But now, we are really Europe. We had a chance. It’s time to give this chance to others too.

Me and Africa

I saw Rwanda. Sixteen years after. No civil war, but still with some places remembering the genocide. It’s clean and organized. But it’s poor, very poor. I saw begging hands and I saw tears in a child’s eyes. I won’t say that I want peace in the world and the eradication of poverty. This is not a beauty contest. Rwanda is far, but I don’t want to throw their problems behind the label of “a country from the third world”. I would really like to know that those hands won’t raise waiting for a dollar and that those eyes won’t cry.

Me and Journalism

I’m curious and I want you to see through my curiosity all you’ve always wanted to see and to go in all the hidden places you’ve always wanted to go. I have the courage to show you all these. If I tell you a story, will you care, will you help me to make a difference? I will make you care.