Ten years have passed since I left Romania, and the last three years have been a true professional ascent here in Paris. I finished my bachelor’s, then my master’s, got hired at a top design firm, and quickly advanced. I’m appreciated by colleagues and superiors, I have a decent salary, and I’ve made a circle of Romanian friends here in France, with whom I get along great. Everything is good, everything is on the “success” path I wanted.
And yet… I’ve made a decision that, for many, will seem incomprehensible: I’ve decided to return to Romania permanently.
I know, it seems like I’m throwing away a solid career, a predictable and bright future here in the heart of Europe. Logically, it makes no sense. But something is calling me back, something profound, a feeling I can’t explain. An unspoken attraction, an intuition that my path is no longer here, in the Parisian hustle, no matter how much I appreciate it.
Count Artemie Solomon’s Invitation: A Return to Roots?
This decision, which had been simmering within me for some time, was hastened by a truly extraordinary event. A few weeks ago, I received something unexpected in the mail: an elegant business card, signed by a certain Count Artemie Solomon, and accompanying it, a letter. But not just any letter. The language was archaic, elevated, almost poetic, an ode to a forgotten past and a mysterious future.
Count Artemie Solomon invited me to come to Romania. He said he needed “people like me,” open minds and courageous spirits, capable of seeing beyond appearances. He didn’t give details, only emphasized that it was a unique opportunity, a chance to contribute to something much larger. I felt a special vibration reading those lines, a connection to those truth-seeking quests I began years ago, on IRC channels, obscure forums, and in discussions with the “Truth Seekers.”
I’m absolutely flattered! It’s a proposition as mysterious as it is exciting. Who is this Count Solomon? What does he want from me? I have absolutely no idea, but my intuition tells me I must go. Perhaps it’s the next step in my journey, in understanding reality.
I’ve saved some money while working here, so I’ll be able to take a sabbatical. I’ll prepare my departure, leave this Parisian life behind, and throw myself into the unknown, back home.
I’ll let you know what happens as things settle. I just hope I’m not making a mistake. Or, perhaps, this is precisely the right path.