In the beginning there was virtually nothing: I was just a regular (?) kid. When I was about 12 years old, my dream was to become a railway engineer. Or — even better — somebody who would answer questions regarding trains’ schedule, at a public kiosk.
I’ve completed my 5th grade classes at a regular school, but my mother insisted to switch to a better one since the 6th year. She said that “Avram Iancu” High School was a better choice, even though I wasn’t yet going to a high school per se (they did have primary grade classes as well).