The WW II was over, the price and sacrifice all Europe had paid for their hard earned freedom was overwhelming; the loss to ordinary people caught in the middle was difficult to estimate. Time is so unforgiving, it just moves on, leaving it up to the individuals to start all over again. Start over again? There were only ashes, families torn apart and broken hearts left. My childhood home was gone, all the things I loved stolen from me. The only thing I had left was my unbroken spirit, faith and hope. My track took me to Denmark, I was placed under the loving guardianship of the Danish Red Cross. Years have gone by, I still have vivid recollections of those years. There were days of  longing, sadness and also happiness. That was a lone walk; as a child I did not quite understand the concept and had no one to turn to for answers, maybe there were none. It simply was a trial of strength to each individual. For me the time came to leave Denmark behind and move to Canada. To say the least, I was torn apart again. Many years of trying so hard to be accepted, studying and finally gaining many dear friends, for a while,I felt that it was a triumph! I was jubilant! Why was my happiness taken away from me again? I had to leave with broken heart and  crushed dreams, felt as if I had to depart empty handed to start my life all over again and again. My horizon did not seem to exist, had it drowned in the endless sea? The wonderful relationships and trust in humanity were blown away with the harsh gusts on the voyage at sea. The endless and mysterious sea, it had become the end of the journey for so many searching for peace and freedom. Will it ever be found? I had developed aquaphobia and  shuddered of the memory that refused to leave me. The small boat had survived the heavy sea and finally set anchor at Halifax , Canada, a train was waiting to take me to a place where I will take the first steps to start my life all over again. I had no place to go, didn’t know anybody and did not speak English. For a moment it felt like desolation had put its claws in my body. No! I will not loose my resilience, faith and hope, I had endured so much as a child, I will face the hurdles, leave the negative behind  and go on. The relocation was filled with struggles. I felt that my body was saturated with pain. Will  nature and my music help me to find my place in the circle of life as it always had done? They have been my only friends I could depend on and nobody could ever take them from me, I could always rely upon it. They were my invisible shield of strength; I kept reminding myself that life is a gift we have and I will find my place in life. I scattered the ashes and gruesome memories as far as I feasibly could and started my lone walk, keeping in mind  to temper hope with a realistic level of expectation. I cherished life, was grateful for another chance to follow my dreams. Some of my dreams did come true, and now I was ready to help others to reach theirs.