Ion

My name is Ion Who could have imagined the fate that awaited me my birth under the Romanian dictatorship the loss of my eyesight through an accident my sudden escape from my homeland to seek a future that was a little too idyllic One thing is certain fate is like all the criminals that I listen to today for the Belgian federal police With a little willpower there is always a way to dodge its tricks The person who taught me that is a close and loyal childhood friend That friend is literature Without her I probably would not be what I am now here among you