What is the human being duty and what is the source of my restlessness, of my metaphysical impatience? Could it be that exile has made me a woman of no fixed abode? These questions are coming from a woman with hybrid origins who lived in a communist dictatorship country; fought injustice and censorship and was punished by the secret police; was involved in Romania's 1989 Revolution; witnessed the post-communist nomenclature and secret police stealing...