Between two worlds

Posted by Claudia Moser on 10:15 PM
This evening my heart is full with joy (seeing my husband and being home in Germany) and sorrow (leaving my mother, grandmother and friends behind in Romania). My husband told me to be happy since I have the two worlds which I can experience, live in, be part of. I know he is right but somehow this constant pending between my home town and my current city is also taking so much from me. I love Romania and it will always be home for me, no matter what. But at the same time I live now somewhere else, Germany adopted me and I am grateful for that as well. So tell me life why do I cry with one eye and laugh with the other?



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