| Strolling along the roads as the day draws near to an end – I am reminded of back home | There is a certain ‘African city’ feel to Bucharest.
Now that may come as a surprise to the few who make their way to this post that I (as a black dude) am writing about Bucharest and Romania.
After the interviews I did with gay people living in Malaysia, I received many requests to continue the series in other countries where it can be challenging to be gay.
I had a taste of what it is like to be a gay man there when we lived in Brasov in 2013.
In a country where people feel they have to remain deeply embedded in the closet, it can be tough finding someone who is willing to speak about their experiences, even anonymously.
This along with the “stereotypes” of Romanians in the UK – which is not that great! ( You would think that this is Paris but this is the belle view from the Palatul Parlamentului ) But let’s cut straight to the chase: Romania’s alrights – or at Bucharest is – that’s where I was based. Apart from the few Nigerian (and handful of East African) students at universities along with a very small but growing number of interracial relationships and marriages taking places – many black migrants and travellers pass through Romania instead of choosing to settle within Romania – at least according to my friends who engage in the migration sector.
I can’t speak for other countries such as Hungary, Serbia, Bulgarian and Slovakia, but few black people live in Romania.
I was surprised at how soon he asked, but it was clearly very important to him.