Rays of warmth, coming in between leaves, tingled my face. My eyes were closed, but I saw the bright flashes of light when they hit my eyelids.

It was the summer of 1996. My grand aunt Polya took me to the store to buy me icecream, Plombir. This was our thing, she was my "sweets grandma". After that, she took me to her place. "So you can live, really live", she said.