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Going to another country as an immigrant with few resources is like a cruel joke, you have to have courage, self-confidence, hold your head high, fight three times as hard as others.
When you emigrate out of obligation, because damn communism destroyed your home, you leave everything, you feel that your heart tightens, twists and hurts.
It hurts not to know when you will see your mother, your father, your siblings, your grandmother again, or if life is so cruel as to play so dirty with you and erase you or some of your loved ones from existence before you can give them a hug for the last time. I am scared. I haven't heard their laughter in person for more than 6 years, we haven't shared a meal, I haven't given them a hug, my daughter doesn't know my family, it hurts.
Don't get me wrong, I am grateful to the country that welcomed me, it has personally helped me grow a lot, I have achieved things that would be almost impossible for me to do in my country. Thanks also to technology we can talk by video call from time to time, although the Internet in my country is one of the worst in the world... Due to not very pleasant situations I have not yet been able to visit them nor have they been able to visit me. Sometimes I get desperate, I want to solve everything with the snap of a finger, but I have to take a deep breath and be patient, keep working to achieve what I want.
I continue with my hope alive.
484 sats \ 1 reply \ @birdeye21 5 Jan
Continue on friend! Thank you for sharing this, so sorry to hear what you've gone through! Keep the hope alive.
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Thank you very much for your words of encouragement and for taking the time to read my catharsis.
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210 sats \ 1 reply \ @TNStacker 5 Jan
People like you make countries and economies grow. it is that simple. And your family that follows you will honor the sacrifice you made for them for generations.
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Definitely one of my greatest wishes is that my future generations do not go through precariousness, that they have a full and happy life. It would be the best of my achievements. I am already cultivating in my daughter to be independent, to fight for the things she wants most, to work smart and to appreciate what some people see as "insignificant" such as a delicious meal, a walk in the park, seeing the dawn, laughing, hugging, a good conversation.
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11 sats \ 2 replies \ @0fje0 5 Jan
Thanks for posting. And "keep working to achieve what I [you] want".
my daughter doesn't know my family, it hurts
This is the part that caught my eye - and heart - because I've experienced this myself. My circumstances were very different from yours, but my daughter never got to know my parents and can't any more because they've since passed away. It still hurts.
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My deepest condolences. I will quote a phrase that embraces the soul: "When you observe the sky at night, I will live and laugh in one of them, then for you it will be as if all the stars laugh. You are going to have stars that know how to laugh!" - Little Prince. Thank you for sharing in this space. A hug.
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Thanks
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10 sats \ 4 replies \ @xz 5 Jan
Hey I understand some of those feelings on a certain level and I also, I understand most of what you write about. I was away from my family for the best part of twenty years and I'm pretty sure most people here could relate to these, let's say it, shit situations, and have empathy. The fact that you write about this here means something. A common feeling perhaps. If you find time, write again, find some community here, and there.
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Thank you very much for your comment! I really like writing, it gives me a feeling of peace and helps me release the storm that sometimes generates in my mind. Thank you for the idea of ​​creating a community where all of us who go through similar situations can vent. I empathize with you.
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0 sats \ 2 replies \ @xz 5 Jan
Well, it might be that I find myself a similar situation again. I enjoy reading about lives.. places.. ideas. Though I reunited with family, things change in such a long time, and I live far from the people I grew up with. Yeah, writing can help.
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Nothing will ever be the same, neither the places nor the people, but the love you feel for your family will always be the same, cherish the time you spend with them and then carry them in your heart when you leave again.
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0 sats \ 0 replies \ @xz 5 Jan
Very true. Take care, where ever you may be.
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0 sats \ 0 replies \ @fm 24 Jan
It’s never easy.. I left 17 years ago and dont feel like to go back.. But its very rewarding. You grow in a way that would never be posible if you had stayed.
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