For my e-book "Life trough the pink glasses".
The bright light from a Jewish synagogue sign went straight in my face in the middle of a dark road and the voice said: "Don't leave your child without a mother".
My all life was in front of me.
"What am I doing? What am I doing? How can I live like this" - I asked myself may be for the first time in ten years.
My tears dried immediately, the voice was still in my head, but now it was my own voice. "Don'T leave your child without mother".
I turned on the military songs and drove home...
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
