"I’ll tell you a story…
A story about a girl who was too much strong for give up, one of the ones who loves too much life for lets it pass by…
I’ll tell you a story about a girl who had suffered too much in her life but in despite of all that she still being a dreamer…
I’ll tell you a story about a girl who faced the truth and, against everything and everyone, had chosen to find her way…
I’ll tell you a story…
My own story…"
Too many years passed from the last time she felt well. Well with herself and with the world around her.
Which was the last time she’d been happy? She didn’t remember it…
Probably the last three years had been the worse in her life…loss of her job at first – because of economical crises – and her love relationship after as a logical consequence.
And as if all that wasn’t enough, the surgery. The most shocking and traumatic event in her life.
She has been always strong till that time. But she fell apart. A thing was the cause of her falling:…loneliness. That loneliness in which she’d been left to face her troubles.
It was in that occasion she realized he didn’t love her. Probably he’d never loved her at all.
It was when she was lying on the bed in the hospital, after surgery, with her pain, with her aches, with her fears and with tears, without anyone at her side who were holding her hand. She understood she was alone…she has been alone…all the time.
Convalescence was long and difficult because of her fragile state of mind. But she was strong.
The days passed by…slowly and silent. She’d hoped she could get better very soon. She’d needed to drive again, walking with her legs and set again in her routine.
Time was going by…
Hours, days, weeks, months…
He was an useless presence like a cloud on the sun. A dark evil shadow that was obscuring the light on her way. He hadn’t care of her. He didn’t look after her during their relationship neither during her surgery nor after that.
A feeling was growing up in her heart, full of tears and pain but at the same time full of hope and love for her and for own life.
She’d taken the decision.
Quarrels and free evilness were things common every day. He wasn’t missing the opportunity to show his hate to her saying to her that she would had to leave.
She would have to do it but she couldn’t. She wasn’t in health and she hadn’t a job.
Life was getting unliveable, “he” was getting detestable.
Domestic life was actually inexistent. They were sleeping apart one another. Was her who was sleeping on the sofa because he had to sleep comfortable because was him the one who was working, the one who had a job and the one who was able to gain money.
He was so avid and immoral. “Inhuman” she thought.
After almost a year spent in this way she reached out at the point.
She broke up.
There were some legal and administrative things to solve, having an house in common, but it was something easily managed thanks to the help of laywers.
In that last one year something of positive was taking part in her life. Maybe something she always was dreaming for.
She was only four-years-olded when she asked Daddy to teach to her about writing and reading but mainly English language. Daddy was surprised of that strange request. Neither daddy nor mom was able to speak English. They hadn’t the necessity to learn it for their studies in youth or about their own jobs.
But she’d found her way. She loved music and music had been her teacher. For years she’d learned and studied English language at school and on her own. She’d become a discrete English reader, writer and speaker!
But which was the reason about that?
Things didn’t happen by chance.
After her surgery when she’d realized all the things that didn’t work in her life she’d discovered the heaven. It was a day equal to any each other, an anonymous day, when she was searching for some information on the internet and a picture caught her attention. It was a shoot of an harbour with a vessel on the view and a cathedral behind with a blue cupola. All around blue sky and ocean.
“what’s that place” she wondered. She was going to find out…
Only few minutes and she knew. That little piece of heaven on earth was called “Finland
“Where is Finland
It was the beginning…that’s was the exact moment when she was fell in love.
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