It’s difficult, if not impossible, to forget the suffering inflicted by people who did bad things to me. This suffering is part of my life. And a part that enriches my life, gives me experience. Also is a key part of my life the effort to forgive them and live in peace. Sometimes is very difficult but always worth it.
I had some experiences in my life, but when they happened I had already learned from my parents, both of them with very difficult lives during WWII and under the communist regime. They were unjustly imprisoned and forcibly separated. Two of my father’s brothers were killed. Those are experiences that a person always remembers.
I already wrote about this several times but my dad taught me how to live when I heard him say that since those years…
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