Yep.

"I was attacked for a post about the reality in Romania, and the attack continued through comments targeting my origins. So, I want to clarify a few things – once and very clearly.

I am the daughter of a Kurd.
Kurdistan no longer exists on maps. It was erased as a state. The territory where this country once stood is now divided among Syria, Turkey, Iran, and Iraq.
My father was a political refugee – like all those who lost their homeland.

He arrived in Germany in the ’70s. There, he graduated from medical school.
After nearly a decade, he chose Romania.
Because Romania was, at that time, recognized for its excellence in medical education.

He began a second medical degree here, with a different specialization.
His status remained that of a political refugee for a long time. He obtained Romanian citizenship late, after years of exams and checks by the Romanian state.

He worked. He paid taxes. He opened dental practices and businesses here.
He was not a wealthy man – financially. He was rich in humanity.
He had a restaurant that went bankrupt because profit didn’t interest him. People did.
Those who ate there were, for him, brothers. And the meal was often free.

After becoming a Romanian citizen, he opened the practice he had dreamed of.
He practiced with love until his last moment. He died there, in his office, just two minutes after the last patient left.

And me?
I am Romanian. Born and raised here.
With this language in my blood. With the traditions, the childhood, the land.
This is my home.

I grew up among people of many nationalities who came to Romania to work, study, build, and contribute.
And today, there are many foreigners who build an honest life here, pay taxes, invest, and become active parts of Romanian society.
These are immigrants – people who choose Romania, learn the language, respect the laws, work honestly, and contribute to the common good.

But there is an essential difference between these people and those who come only to benefit, not to integrate.
Between those who genuinely engage and those who only take.
Between those who help and those who burden the system.

We see today, clearly, how tens of thousands of workers brought in on external contracts – without civic involvement, without real ties to this country – receive support and benefits. They are housed, transported, brought in groups, sometimes without even knowing what the work here entails. For them, the state creates solutions, and companies organize impeccably.

At the same time, Romanians working for minimum wage in their own country remain marginalized. They don’t receive company housing. Their transport isn’t covered. They aren’t truly supported by any institution.
They struggle monthly to pay their bills, rent, and food.
They fight to stay in their own country, while others are brought in en masse to take their place, in the same jobs, with greater benefits.

This is the reality.
And if you say it, you’re attacked. You’re discredited. Your origins, family, voice, and past are commented on.

But I won’t stop.
Not because I want to stir up hate – but because I love this country.
Because I know how much Romania meant to my father.
Because I know how it feels to be someone with nowhere to return to, but who builds a path with dignity.
And because I see how Romanians are starting to feel like strangers in their own home."

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