What happened is never over, but it is possible to find meaning and purpose in life and the world afterward. The scars never heal but one has to be strong enough to accept it and live with them – I have. Premium US Reviews: “As one disaster followed another, I had no time to stop, no time to think, no time to cry. All I could do was keep going, knowing that life itself is all that we ever have that is truly our own.” The flames had devoured my childhood home. A mountain of ashes covered all my happiness and dreams. I had nowhere to go. It was sunset, a lone bird flew west as I was trying to move on toward “nowhere”. The road was mined, I decided to use the ditches as a safety zone. Broken trees and soil had covered the fallen valiant young men and their dream to fight for freedom. I was tired, very tired and dozed off next to the fallen. After some hours, I found my parents and we proceeded westward. It was a harrowing ordeal. After many days we arrived at our farm. Those days and nights at the farm were filled with horror and suffering. Loosing all my animals and watching the flames devour the farm house was too much to bear. During those dire days I had suffered and lost so much that was dear to me and felt that my heart was torn apart. The journey that followed was no different. We finally reached Riga, the capital of Latvia and settled at some friends apartment. The building hardly held together, the roof and some floors were torn off. Daily routine became going to the basement during the air attacks. It was September 11, my seventh birthday, a direct hit destroyed the building and we all were buried alive under the rubble. I felt deep in my heart that I am too young to die and too old to be afraid, there just must be a way out! My parents dug a narrow passage through the rubble, Mother and I got out, but Father, my Father, all I saw was his hand reaching out, he was left to die under the rubble. I begged Mother to help me to free Father, but she could not hear me, I had lost my voice. I dug and dug, my hands were bleeding and we finally saved him. After a short rest , we just kept walking toward the harbour.
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