Textul care urmează a fost scris, în urmă cu ceva timp, cu gîndul publicării într-o revistă europeană de probațiune. De aici limba engleză. Dar pentru că nu s-a putut, am decis să îl public aici. Mai bine decît nicăieri.

I was a probation counselor for nine years. My job as a probation counselor was my first proper job after college and with time probation became my home. I did run away from home once, but I came back. In 2012, after my first five years in probation, I gave in to the call to adventure and took a job in Alaska, where I worked as in the field of developmental and intellectual disabilities. At some point I started hearing another voice calling me back home. And by home I really mean home, not probation but my friends, family, the complex system made of people, language, a certain way of being, and in general the virtually infinite sea of things that make up what we generally call a country or a culture. I listened to this voice as well ...