These are the "ghosts" of Romania, the
children from people who, for all practical purposes, do not exist.
The families live in concrete buildings without heat or water
or windows. When the harsh winters come, they board up the windows
and light fires on the floor.
I didn't know the language and, even if I had,
I wouldn't have known what to say. So I stood there and made funny
faces, surrounded by a flock of little, laughing, "invisible"