Today I met a romanian lady- she has been in Spain for over 2 years and without taking a single language course, she speaks pretty good spanish. Impressive, I know.

We didn't talk much. And I like to talk- but she was busy working and it was pretty obvious that talking about Romania hurt her. All she told me was: I miss my mom. I want to see her, but I can't go back. I have no papers. To go through the borders I need a lot of money I don't have. Life is hard. Life is very hard. We suffer.

And that was it. She didn't speak another word. It almost seemed like she was mad at me.

I felt really sad for her. It must be hard... also, I can't stop thinking about her "WE"... who are those "we"? her family? Roanians? Immigrants?

Sometimes it hits me. We all suffer. We all do, in our own ways. But some ways seem so much tougher... it's so unfair...