„Romania will not stand alone!” Europe and the America of our dreams

I realized that I am a citizen of Europe by chance. I was passing through customs in Frankfurt and I heard, in the background, a border guard, saying Good Day. I looked up with surprise, ready to say something in Romanian as a compatriot, I thought he was a Romanian or a nostalgic Saxon, born in Transylvania, but no, he was a dark-colored European or, to use a hypocritical American expression, a kind of Afro-European. As a general rule, I used to pass with the eyes in the ground as a habit for a second-class citizen, a practice which turned into reflex. Do not look at the tax collector or the