Ion has consistently made the experience that people don’t recognize his compassionate character, but judge him by his looks. He lives in Bucharest like a recluse in the creaky house of his deceased parents, which he shares with 30 rescued dogs. Caring for so many animals is no mean feat. The little time left in the day, he gets solace from reading the incredible body of Romanian literature: From Alecu Văcărescu to Tristan Tzara; from Mircea Eliade to Ion Barbu. He is Romanian and European.