1. Following my heart: 19th of September

— I love you son, go on and follow your dreams… we will be always with you — where the words of my father in the airport.

— Bro, good trip… now your room will be mine — my small sister told me with a evil smile in the face meanwhile a tear dropped slowly on the left cheek of my older sister who was standing behind her.

Then everyone jumped to make a group hug even when we were joking about other people doing those kinds of scenes in the airport, but this time, somehow we knew that this will be a long good bye and time will pass before to see the family together again. It was almost time, the last call for the boarding passenger was announce and after a last strong hug to everyone I went walking to the passport control prepared for my next journey, full of emotions, but before to stop seeing my family I turned back, and a huge flying kiss was the last thing I did before to cross the police control; a strange feeling went through myself and my teary eyes where covered by the sunglasses before to take the plane, but I was prepared because I knew I will come back.

With 24 years, I had the opportunity to lead the national branch of a global organization in Peru, traveled to several countries for International Conference in America, Europe and Africa, being facilitator at national and international level, lead a high quality team members, and more than 200 students from the best universities in my country; in sum I’ve been able to experience to be like a CEO in a really young age.

When once I was doing volunteer work in an asylum because of university obligations, so many things came into my mind, and somehow so many questions where answered; It was nothing about science, about philosophy, about job opportunity, it was something much more simple, it was about the life it self; I have to be sincere when I’m saying I didn’t think about it until years after when I traveled to Poland for an International Conference and had the chance to travel to one of the places that I was curious to see but at the same time afraid to be there, the concentrations camps of Auschwitz, it was then when something changed in my life.

I was crossing the Atlantic Ocean again, but this time with one way ticket; recalling the last words of my father, those words were in my mind during the long 15 hours of traveling, during those hours I was asking myself why I’m doing what I’m doing, the answer was really simple, I was following my heart, that weird feeling when you are in front of something or someone, and you just know, is illogical, is just there, and you just know, but is right.

It was Wednesday 19^th of September, finally I was there, the land who called me with a magical reason, with almost no purpose, but the feeling was there, the feeling to be in the right place in the right moment. A place who became home, a place where I fall in love, a place where I born again, a beautiful place called Republic of Macedonia.