I try to remember my childhood not frequently, it was difficult times when Ukraine just got independence and everything was crushed, my parents could hardly earn money for the food and I never dreamt of a new skirt or a pair of jeans – I often had to wear clothes after my older sister who was much taller than me and clothes never fitted. I had one friend out of classmates who often laughed at my old and shabby rucksack. I remember her words when I refused to go to the theatre because of the lack of money “Just don’t tell me rubbish, the cost is smallness, anyone can afford it”. But not me...Can I describe the pain of a little girl that absorbs the offense and rebels against the whole world? I never managed to receive affection from my parents because they were stressed by the economical questions and quarrels.

When I had 10 years old I decided that I have to learn well, to become intelligent and then I will surely find a well-paid job. That was my dream and the plan of saving my future life from poverty. And I studied only with that thought, but the “elixir” of happiness vanished when I started to work…I understood that no one gives a chance to young and inexperienced people, everyone wants to spare by underpaying and everyone thinks only about his own problems and business. So there is no opportunity for a young person to provide a normal life.

Nowadays in Kiev an apartment with 1 room costs at least 120.000 dollars, and a salary that it considered to be medium – 500 dollars. So if I eat nothing and spend nothing, in 20 years I will have a place to live in…And in Ukraine such questions don’t worry any politician…we have political chaos now…because we haven’t still decided whether to be a friend of Russia, Europe or USA? WHO CARES? People just want a normal life…

And our people have one peculiarity – they don’t sit and wait for the better times but search for them…statistics say that about 3,6 million of ukrainian people are working abroad now…and a lot of young girls who married the foreigners and immigrated. Some people call them mercantile and traitors. But what is a national dignity when you exist like an animal and your children grow the moral cripples?

The conclusion that I made – it is no use believing in pink reality and no use to expect something from the government…Almost every politician promises great life and no one really ensure it. Where people should take optimism to continue to struggle?

I don't want to dramatize the situation...I believe that miracles happen...Everyone of us just should know the value of what we already have and what life gives to us...