My mother’s mother in front of her house
Within the room in her back I was born
She just wanted to witness when I get married
She died two years after my first marriage, when my first child was three months old
My mum as a teenager
As a very young betrothed woman
As a mother in grandma’s garden
With me in grandma’s garden
We moved into a high-rise flat, when I was two and a half
An unhappy childhood began there, because grandma had been more a careful mum than my mum was able to
My mum is still alive, but there is no contact
She stopped it, when I was no longer a member of the cult, she lives in and I was growing up in
Afterwards she just tried to care for my children in the hope, they would return into the cult
But they don’t want to and refused her care because of the limits in the heads and souls
When I was eighteen, in Croatia…
I always loved the sea and it’s endlessness
When I was married and were become a mother myself, I tried hard to metamorphose the line of fate.
In a way I succeed. In another way I failed in another way, I fear.
But many important things changed in our lives.