"In the midst of all this chaos, we had to choose, from our lives, only what could be carried. But how can you separate your life, when everything is a piece of your soul? Where can you find the courage? You love everything like your own children. Can you choose from your own children? Everywhere I turned, I saw things that I didn't want to part with. Even the lifeless objects, at that moment, were animated. They had a voice and they called out to me. They wanted me to take them with me. But what can you fit inside a bag? Your home, your life, your homeland, the memories of your loved ones? And the dreams you had for your life? The bag cannot contain all of these. That's why you bury them deep inside your soul and you leave!"

"But the soul feels sorrowful, with such a heavy burden, and as a way of comforting itself, it brings them to you in your sleep, when you wake up, in conversation, in dreams. You have them in front of you, as if you could just close your eyes. Unless you manage to plant a seed of 'homeland' in the souls of your children and grandchildren. Only then does the soul become light and find rest. Only then can you be sure that everything, everything that couldn't fit in the bag and remained 'in the homeland', is not completely and forever lost. It will not be covered by the shroud of forgetfulness. It will live on in future souls and show the path of the East. The path of growth. A growth that, in order to survive, seeks the nourishment of shared memories and longing."