My name is Marina Albu. I am 30 tired years old. I was born in Constanța, where I went to nursery, school, then high-school; then I went to Bucharest to college. It was weird for me in all of these institutions. At school and at high-school I could feel the teachers' disbelief when they spoke to us and I felt pity for them. I would raise my hand out of pity. College was a bit better; there were less of us per tutor and we received some attention. It was then that I became more involved with art. Bucharest both scared me and changed me a bit. Not essentially though. I just acted differently than the way I acted back home, I dressed differently and spoke differently.onmarinaalbu.tumblr.com
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