Time 
never stands still, life goes on. It presents us with ordeals, it fractures our dreams and we find ourselves being caught at mercy of a turmoil. Obviously all pain and suffering becomes indelibly etched in our hearts. Any innucuous happening would cause the sorrow to surface and fracture the delicate seams that are holding the wounds together. It puts the emotional and mental strength to an unimaginable test. I had practiced for eight hours at my temporary residence offered through the kindness of the Danish Red Cross. On the following morning I had to leave for Norway, my recital was to take place in Bergen. I retired early and hoped to get a good nights sleep. My window was open, as I went to close it, I noticed dark clouds moving in. Powerful thunder and jolts of lightning deprived me from a much needed rest. My mind started racing back to the day when I was separated from my parents and wondering in the woods in hope to find them. It started to rain, rain and rain. I wondered if it ever will stop. Unfamiliar sounds intervened between thunder and lightning making the night walk in the darkness feel like being caught in a cave that soon will close with no chance of getting out. The nightmare seemed to last for ever. I felt so alone. The morning must have finally arrived, I darted out of bed and started to run toward the dock. A small boat was anchored at the harbour ready to leave for Norway. It was a beautiful morning. The boat seemed to enjoy the sapphire water of Kattegat. I was looking forward to my recital in Bergen, Norway, the best of all, my mother will be there. I will find her in the audience and only play for her. I felt so happy. We reached the coast of Sweden, I stepped off the boat to continue my trip in a big black car, which I shared with a couple I never had met before. The long drive along the coast was beautiful, the fjords cut deep into the land and added to the spectacular view. After many hours we finally arrived at the Hall. All I wanted was to play, play for Mother. My heart was filled with happiness. I looked for her in the audience……..I could not find her……”Mother …….you promised to come, where are you?” The recital ended, so did my dream, I felt like my dream was fractured, walked out of the Hall and just kept walking down the dark street. It hurt so much, would I ever dare to dream again?
