Every December 6 has been remaining me of the day I landed at this country. Penniless and lonely I only relied on a secret love hidden in my heart to start from ground zero on the new continent.
The hardest thing in my life was not that we had never had chance to meet, but we actually met and loved each other deeply. By the end we had to move on in different directions. The experience left a scar in my heart, which causes a pain whenever it feels like to, for me I never have enough energy to fight back.
A quarter century has passed a lots of things have happened or changed but for me the scare is still there!