Going to another country as an immigrant with few resources is like a cruel joke, you have to have courage, self-confidence, hold your head high, fight three times as hard as others.

When you emigrate out of obligation, because damn communism destroyed your home, you leave everything, you feel that your heart tightens, twists and hurts.

It hurts not to know when you will see your mother, your father, your siblings, your grandmother again, or if life is so cruel as to play so dirty with you and erase you or some of your loved ones from existence before you can give them a hug for the last time. I am scared. I haven't heard their laughter in person for more than 6 years, we haven't shared a meal, I haven't given them a hug, my daughter doesn't know my family, it hurts.

Don't get me wrong, I am grateful to the country that welcomed me, it has personally helped me grow a lot, I have achieved things that would be almost impossible for me to do in my country. Thanks also to technology we can talk by video call from time to time, although the Internet in my country is one of the worst in the world... Due to not very pleasant situations I have not yet been able to visit them nor have they been able to visit me. Sometimes I get desperate, I want to solve everything with the snap of a finger, but I have to take a deep breath and be patient, keep working to achieve what I want.

I continue with my hope alive.