Stefania Chihaia

I am at a loss of words, for I see no sense in describing myself. I am what you see when you are looking at me. I am what you feel when you read my words through the prism of your intellect. You will most often find me reading, drinking spiced tea, winding down the streets looking for the moon in the sky and touching leaves, trees and the earth in every park in Bucharest, Romania.