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Reflections: Going back home

When I planned to live my country,never imagined ,that soon I will miss it a lot.I was young,and looked for adventures,and a plus I had my personal life roller coaster. Those time my best song was "if I will be rich I will by an airplane ticket to fly around the world". Well,I didn't be rich but my dream turned to be true, and a cold February day I departed to Grand Rapids Michigan.In the airplane I ready developed a depression in the long hours when we crossed over the Ocean. What was a few centimeter in the map,that in the reality

thousands of kilometers.In my first year in the United States almost weekly made my baggage to go home.If you have a family it's natural filling,we even not recognize the importance and the magnetic force.You have a place to go in happy hours and in creases.You have dinners on Holidays and have a place to drink a cafe afternoon when you finish your job.Take the kids to the grandparents and stole a few hours to be lazy-lover with your partner.(everybody happy)I remember the family reunions when the all gang went to the mountains.We walked in the forest,adults and children together,made fun,laughed,and prepared the food at a wild camp bonfire. Oh dear memories! One cold February day everything changed in my happy life. My bubble broke around me ,when my mother made a suicide and with her dead the family's magnetic force was Gan forever.I left from home without tell a good by to my family.The anger,the wonder,the unanswered questions,my fathers mistakes ,the family tragedy as a big stone in my hearth- made me run away.My father created me a surprise,before I left Germany. Drive across Europe to tell a last good-by, together with my sister.They take my personal junkies to the train station in Munich to go to Frankfurt.I never will see you my daughter ,mentioned my father with tears in his face .

After ten years I made my first visit to home to Budapest, Hungary.I can't wait any more, I had to go to find out the true about my family's life.I was with a moderate income,and I remember to sell my blood plasma to make money for the airline ticket.More us three Month's I made business with the blood center,and finally I was in the airplane to fly back to my country to visit my family.I wanted to make a surprise and nobody was noticed about my arriving.I had a lady in Huntington Beach who promised to watch my car in the time till I will be in Europe.I park with my car before her house, I hug her and in the last minute I reminded


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