As I settle back in my seat and close my eyes, the doubts and fears start to force their way back in. What sort of escape is this if the memories of the past years continue to haunt me, to hinder my recovery? To have lived as I have with such physical and emotional torture must surely leave me scared. And to have left Poland, my birthplace and source of all my hopes and dreams, is almost insufferable. Will I ever again find a city like Kraków with its endless possibilities in my field of expertise? And yet I must remain hopeful that the road ahead will compensate for all I have lost; that champagne, a business class seat on an aircraft and being treated as royalty might be my new reality.
Only time will tell and I start to ponder what sort of welcome I will encounter on arriving at my destination. Will others uncover what I have left behind or will I be free to start my life anew? It is only now that I realise just how loose my plan is and how little I know of what lies ahead.
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