Three days before New Year. As pretty any other person I have already summed this year. So far it tore me apart, forced me to leave my country, my husband and my life. It killed people I knew.
After such a line I have almost no willing to continue. But I have to. No one will go this path but me.
This year I saw almost every corner of Europe, moved to another side of the Earth and faced thirty degrees frost. I found new friends, hugged the old ones.
I met incredible people of Moldova, Romania, Poland, Lithuania, Italy and many-many others. Each of them kept my faith in people alive. I wish they knew how grateful I am to where I am today. I wish the whole world knew what each of them had done to help my country.
Though I still miss my husband and will see the firt day of 2023 without him, I hope it will last not that long. Hard to imagine, I have not seen him since 26 of February when I passed the border of Moldova, in a small village named Palanca.
Thank you for making me stronger this year. I hope to have more reasons to be joyful next year.
Gemella 