You return to the places. To the places where you grew up. You’re trembling. You’re sweating. You’re swallowing. You can’t escape the memories. Some are like colorful images. Some are like blows to the fist. A children's home during communism. Foster parents. A juvenile facility. And then the Velvet Revolution. And freedom, with which you don’t know what to do. You’ve fallen a hundred times. But you’ve risen a hundred times again. They didn’t break you. Because you weren’t alone. You had yourself. And you had hope. The hope that one day you’d escape to America. Where your father is waiting for you. An American girl. A story about a girl who stopped running.
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