White snow, frozen ground...
My grandmother (my grandmother's grandmother)...
I am following her, walking for hours, cannot see anything any more.
My aunt had a baby, in cold city, we spent almost ten hours to bring little bit food.
Grandma, - I said, - I cannot walk any more.
Hands shaking, cannot walk any more.
My grandmother turned to me, kind, wrinkled face, eyes, blue like water, blue like sky...
She smiled:
What are you going to do? Freeze here? You have to walk.
And we made it
For next seventy years I am on this road
My home..
I know grandma is praying for me...
