Sometimes I feel enclosed by war.
My grandparents and parents experienced Nazi occupation. Family members were killed.
My family was a resistance group. My father went to England and joined the RAF.
War is nearby, refugees are flooding my country, which means that my life is on halt.
No way I can find a little or tiny house.
Young men and women disappear to war duties to keep our part of the continent safe.
And veteran care is an integral part of my life.
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