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I woke up with such sadness in my heart. I miss these times. There's a hole in my soul called "family"
A little later in the afternoon, my das called me (if you remember, he rarely calls me, once every half a year) and said that today is 2 years without grandfather.
I was shocked.
Today my grandpa came to me in a dream ...
My dad said that my grandmother is very bored and every day she goes to the mailbox to check if there are any letters from me. We communicate with her by letters. Because she doesn't have a phone or internet.
Don't forget to write to her.
In the meantime, news from Belarus: they have closed another border crossing point with Poland. It has become even more difficult to come and see the family. This makes me very sad.
In a foreign country, I wander like a lonely wanderer and look for my way ...