..it was 1954, my daughter was born and sometimes looking at her I was thinking how we survived during the war. I wanted to follow my friend believe. It was right I thought. I asked God to forgive me, I am sorry... I was crying.
At that time I already myself feel fine about the darkness.
Julia was still living at her grandmother's house. We both returned home in 1946.
Dressed in our best clothes, I was wearing blouse with medals I had, we went downstairs. It was a door, locked. The grandmother tried to open it, but the door didn't open.
Grandmother stood on her knees and said "Go home and be freedom".
After that no one asked me anything, we were still friends, but they thought I was some kind of
weird. This how I became a healer..
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
