My grandparents were brave people. In the second world war they decided the course this Hitler guy was steering Europe down, wouldn’t do. They were in no immediate threat but were fed up with the oppression and decided to flee the country. They bought a small boat, really not designed for open seas, and set sail to England. They joined the allied forces there and fought for the future of their country and the children they would bring into this world. I am grateful for the sacrifices they were willing to make and their courage to stand up for what they believed in.
I guess in modern times we would refer to my grandparents as refugees. I will be posting a more elaborate blog about the story of my grandparents soon, but for now I leave you with a song by Cuban singer, Celia Cruz, with lyrics that apply to the thoughts my grandparents must have had at the time, as much as they do to Celia’s feelings towards the country she left behind.
In case I don’t return, I take your flag with me
regretting that my eyes, now liberated, do not see you.
Why I had to leave anybody can understand.
I thought I would return to your soil any minute
But time keeps passing by and your sun keeps crying
Your chains remain strong and I keep waiting and praying to the sky
I always felt fortunate to have been born in your arms
And eventhough I am no longer there, I left you a part of my heart
Just in case, in case I don’t return
Soon the moment will arrive that the suffering will stop
Let’s not hold any grudges, oh my lord
so we can share our feelings together
Even though time has passed I have carried your name with me
with pride and dignity all across the world and I have told them your truth
But my land, don’t suffer anymore; my heart, don’t go to pieces
There is no evil that can last a hundred years, nor can my body
And I never wanted to abandon you, I brought you with me in every step
And with me you will stay, my love, like a flower on my lap
Just in case, in case I don’t return
If in case I don’t return, the pain will kill me
And if I don’t return to my country, I will die with the pain
If in case I don’t return, the pain will kill me
My country, beautiful land, I love you so dearly.
If in case I don’t return, the pain will kill me
My heart aches without seeing her for so long
If i case I don’t return, when I die
I want my flag to be draped upon my tomb
If in case I don’t return, I hope they bury me with music
with music of my beloved lands
Epiphany 
Great song too!! flash back before the voyage kinda. Its deep,not easy to explain. I did read many migration fact basted story through out times and various war story around the world and documentaries . so it does give me pictures.
Please stray with it and Good luck 🙂