Growing up in the city, I was a good and active student in
school, played numerous musical instruments, danced, sang in a choir. In
summers I spent time singing folk songs and weaving carpets, knitting and
crocheting, doing garden work, alongside my grandmother. While everybody
in the city predicted that I would go into politics in my home country
(Moldova in Eastern Europe), my grandmother quietly nurtured my artistic
passions. She once told me how my hands and creativity would take me a
long way.