The Flying Romanian / Romanul Zburator

Every group of people reunited in the borders of a country have a founding scene , coming with their founding figures. For some it is a fight against social injustice, irradiated by knowledge (France), for others it is taking their destiny in one's hand and renovating whatever was considered "normal" until then (United States).  For Romanians, it's all about resistance and resilience . Not active resistance, but passive, ironical, coming from the strong belief that "they have always been there and they will always be there", like in the times when Romans invaded "their" piece of land, when the Huns and the Mongols came by as well - leaving behind a new bloodline, when the Turks appeared, etc.  Don't get me wrong, some peopleactively fought against all those invasions . But the masses knew they had to protect themselves inwardly in order to ensure a future. Therefore these people are ones of the most stoic and resilient I have ever met...

If you're living in another country than the one you were born into, then you might face a dilemma: should people call you by your given name or by the name you have chosen (or not!) to use? Of course, your parents meant well when they gave you their parents' name, but they could have never predicted you were also supposed to travel one day. That is understandable, because when you were born only some people could travel, and in very rare cases it was your parents (unless it was inside the country or in URSS, now Russia). But - oh surprise ! - like only history can have, you have travelled abroad for your studies. And if you're reading this blog, you are travelling now for your work or just because you can, and in some cases you even live in another country than the one you were born in. So supposing your personality stays in a name, you may have changed multiple personas by now. Let's take my first name as an example. One can't find more common name...