ABSTRACT
We are in an indistinct, typically small apartment in Bucharest at the end of January. The atmosphere outside is oppressive and depressing. The lines for food stretch for hours, the lights on the subways are dim or nonexistent, but here in this apartment, with these five young women, we are smiling. They are bright, articulate, and complicated, as eighteen-year-olds tend to be. They tease each other and bask in the attention of their teacher, Mi-haela Miroiu, who is the endless philosopher asking them questions, challenging their responses. The following is a short interview I did with these women, so willing to talk, so enthusiastic and confident.
