Two weeks have passed since the Macedonians started inhabiting the New World. Two weeks full of fear... fear of the unknown... fear of whatever awaits in front of us. But there is also hope... hope that a day will come when we will live in our own country... eMacedonia.But that is not this day. This day we struggle to survive... struggle to stand up steady on our feet. Only few have succeeded in this, but many of us have just made their first steps. They still have many questions unanswered. They still haven't found their own place in the New World. None of us have. We don't have a home...We are nomads... We go wherever the wind takes us. We let our feet find the way themselves... the way to better life... the way to a place we can earn enough for a loaf of bread. But all we find is war... What once has been a paradise, now is only destruction... and despair. We are scattered around the New World, each of us fighting on different fronts for other countries. Sometimes some of us find themselves even on the same front, but on the opposite sides. We find ourselves in this turmoil, where brothers fight each other.The only thing that gives us strength to survive is the hope that some day we will see the sun rising. There will be a new dawn for us. All these horrors we live through will only make us stronger... and ready for the day when the sun will be born above Macedonia...
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