WHAT I THINK ABOUT BRITISH PEOPLE

She addresses the British audience directly, through a book built from real fragments of ten years lived under the weight of a single word: Romanian. In Romania, a small country that spent decades under the dictatorship of a communist regime, she was a journalist - chasing corruption, championing workers cheated out of their wages, believed in and respected by her community. In the years following Brexit, when a hostile British press turned its sharpest edge toward Eastern European immigrants, she became, in turn, a cleaner, a care-home worker, a delivery driver, and, in the evenings, a law student, told more than once she had no business pursuing a degree at all.
There were a few wonderful people along the way. There were broken windows too, left unexplained. And a label placed upon an entire family whose weight, over the years, reached even her children - leaving one of them to carry, quietly, a sadness no child should ever have to bear. Written under a pseudonym to protect herself and those she writes about, this is not a complaint against Britain, nor a plea for sympathy.
It is a plain, unflinching record of one Romanian woman's decade among the British people - offered, in the end, as an act of love for a country that did not always love her back.