You know the world is so wrong that everything is of no interest to me. I've lost my husband. He was killed in the war and now I feel indifferent to anything: I'm not interested in the world I'm living in, I've lost a count of my life, I don't care if it is a night or a day. He was everything to me, he was the meaning of all my life, I lived by him and he's gone... The only thing I'm thinking about is why this happened to me. I so dream him to be alive, to be around, to come up and tell "Hi, honey! I got back!" but these are dreams - the things that never happen, never, never...
I only wish all the people stop and see what the ******* things they done, understand the life is not the movie - it's impossible to turn it back and stop the most terrible thing of the world - a war.