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And a story about how I went from the war in Ukraine to Paris and ended up with a personal war with myself. Any drastic changes are hard to come by, I am proud of myself for going on this experience, but for now I seem to be drowning in overwhelming emotions. When everything needs to be started from scratch, when all supports fall from your hands, when you are confused and your strength simply leaves you. I will remember this period very soon and I will be grateful to myself for all the courage, but for now I leave here a reminder that any attempts are a movement forward, and mistakes are an experience, not a loss.