How Communism, Capitalism, and 18 Jobs Failed to Break Me
I was born in Romania under Ceaușescu, where we stood in line for bread like it was concert tickets. At 24, I traded communist queues for Italian ones—progress, right? Four countries, 18 jobs, and enough moves to qualify as a human ping-pong ball later, I learned one truth: survival isn’t about resilience, it’s about sheer stubbornness.
The world told me I was nothing—a worker to be exploited, an immigrant body, a woman past her expiration date. So I became everything instead. Bartender, analyst, caregiver, writer. When they told me to stay in my lane, I built new roads. When they said I was “too intense,” I wrote books with the voltage turned up.
Now, I dissect the systems that tried to crush me—not from some ivory tower, but with the precision of someone who’s felt their teeth.
Call to Action:
My books dissect power structures with the same hands that scrubbed floors. Buy one so I can keep the lights on while dismantling capitalism:
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