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My Photo scholarship 2010 entry

Ukraine | Friday, October 1, 2010 | 5 photos

My name is Aleksandra and I am alive.
Since my birthday every summer I was there - in a small Ukrainian village.
It seems I remember myself through those place.
When I was thirteen my father was killed.
I've grown up, I live in a big city and don't have enough time to remember.
Or maybe I just afraid. Afraid of myself and my feelings.
But my heart, my soul and my dreams - they are still there, in the small village.
There I saw my father for the last time in my life.
That's why I couldn't go there.
I understood this simple thing yesterday when for the first time for these 11 years I went there.
Even all the pain in my soul has been waiting for me in those place.
And nothing happen. Nothing I can see by my eyes.
Just my soul came to me and has found the peace.
Now the place of my childhood and my mind became free!

Sometimes we have to do the hardest thing in our life, make the most difficult decision. We afraid, we can't do it right now, better we'll do it tomorrow/next week/next year/in the next life...but when we'll decide to do it - we'll have the freedom!

I'm not photographer and my pictures are very simple.
No Photoshop. Only the piece of my heart.