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The First Journey to the Shining Light

It was a warm, soft and safe place, where I homely snagged for the first 9 month of my new life. These happiest several months I was just nourished and felt good about myself. I jumped and kicking the soft walls next to me with every new knowledge or great ideas of the past generations purring to me from somewhere.

Then the space around me was getting smaller and smaller, and it felt claustrophobic. One day it became so tight that a way out was a necessity. But a dark and wet tunnel with almost no air was on my way.

Courageously I began my first journey to the light shinning down below. Finally after exhausting trip I reached the beginning of that so desirable light. However, instead of welcoming greeting I got a short and painful snap on my buns. With that “medical” snap I forgot all wisdom and huge knowledge of the Universe and past generations I had before.

It was a cold room I came to, and where I started loudly cleaning my lungs, exercising hand and legs, yelling for some assistance. Then, I tired and fell a sleep.

When I woke up, I saw a pink round ball in front of my face. It smelled tasty. But I was concern, it would not fit inside my mouth, and moved my head away.

Suddenly a stream of hot milky rain dropped on my face. Then surprisingly that pink ball was softly pushed inside my mouth. I almost chocked on the amount of the sweet drink, but was forced to take it. It felt good, and soon it put me asleep again....
It was stormy winter night of January 23, 1900 in a small resort town on the Black Sea, the South of Russia.

My young uncle Remma tried come to support his lonely sister Emma in her delivery that night, but he was cut in Novorossisk by the storm. She did it alone...

My Journey into this life began on a winter stormy night...
...Would be my life in the same way...

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