Before I went to school, I started to live with my parents,
had new friends, new environment, was doing what I wanted, because my parents
and grandparents were working and had the life like all the children in our
country: school, streets and home in the evening.
It was New Years Eve... And I had just received a fancy oil
painting box kit, including brushes and tons of wonderful colors as a New Years
gift.
Instantly I got so excited and then as if by instinct looked
straight up towards the dark night sky through window and softly whispered
“Thank you God” again and again and again... And this is the moment that I
believed my friendship with God was formed.
At that time in my life I could never have imagined that my
parents would one day become divorced; That life in our city would soon change
and affect so many people in the absolute worst way, or even that the art
school I would later attended would be very influential in protecting me from
the bad influences of the surrounding streets where I lived.
