Diana Mirea, gives a first-person account of her life as a Romanian immigrant living in Sicily, and fighting to survive against many different kinds of prejudice and discrimination.
I came to Italy in 1997 as a handball coach for La Polisport Siracusa Seria A1 ( a top league for women’s handball ), I ended up playing also, even though I was a bit old , but to make sure they payed me , I had to play all the games because we needed players.
When I left this field , I was so shocked when I decided to stay and live in Siracusa, Sicily. I could not find find a job to satisfy my university title. I have a degree in economy and society managing. People kept offering me jobs as a house maid job and a cleaner , but nothing else was offered . They would only look at my citizenship not at my CV. Once they would they meet me in person, then they would just want to go to bed with me. I am tall and blond and even though I am 51 years old, men here are only interested in getting in my bed or taking me in theirs.
Sometimes I want to scream. I want to say to every body : please read my CV! I want a job ! I don’t want to be the “baby” of the man in charge. . .
I have suffered enough here, for sure. I love siracusa , I love sicily , and I have many good friends , but as an immigrant I suffer, as a single women I suffer. As a Romanian I am not appreciated . My son Robert came here with me to Sicily and went to Italian school. He went back to Bucarest to work after earning his diploma here. Now, back at home in Romania where life is easier for him. He goes to university and has a job, he is enjoying his life , he is doing well, and that make me feel better.
I can go back home to and have a great life. . . but that would mean , that I failed, that I failed in making my way , in affirming my stay here. . . so I accept the challenge and I will stay to fight for the next generation of good Romanians . . . I know very well that there are Romanians doing bad things here, but this does not mean that we area all the same! And it doesn’t mean that we don’t deserve to live in peace and with dignity. . .
I have noticed that people don’t want to give a chance to others only for one reason… they want to dominate us . . . to keep people like us under their wing … and all of this reminds me of the regime that we had in Romania .
When I ran away from the life I had and from my husband, I knew what I wanted, but I feel left all on my own by those who call themselves “ethical,” who think they do things to help other people. But , you know what? I am a winner, because I will never accept a compromise.
I want to try to restart my life, investing all my knowledge and experience do great things. I want to really be able to feel at home. . . not a house, but to feel wanted. I also want to help people who are in need. I know very well that I can help people where I am here in Sicily . But I need a chance. Only a chance.