When the war started, I was very young with two kids. At first, we thought that the war would end soon. My husbandstayed there in our house. We, the rest of the family, left Abkhazia. We hoped that this nightmare was temporary, and that it would finish soon and we would be able to go back to our house again. However, 30 years have passed in this waiting.The first thing what I remember is that together with my two kids, I took a photo album of my family. With these photos I wanted my children to remember the history of our family, to have their childhood memories which was related to our life in Abkhazia. This album is all I have left from my burnt house, and I still keep this album. We have been waiting to return to Abkhazia, to our house for more than 30 years. Up to this day we have to fight for life. We struggle with hope that we will be able to return to our native homes soon. However, the difference is that we are no longer children, and more than half of our lives were spent in displacement. This period was full of nervousness, tension, fear, hardwork to avoid starvation, and starting life from the scratch, and this constant expectation of returning home. I keep thinking about my beautiful corner—my Abkhazia—my burnt house. But despite the years that have passed, I believe the day will come when we will return back. We were 4 in our family when we left Abkhazia and if we are blessed enough and will be able to return, we will go back with large family.  Now we are 10 in our family, so it will be the biggest celebration for us. I believe that we will all live happily together as before. With our efforts, our Abkhazia will become even more beautiful when we return there. Burnt houses will be rebuilt, empty houses will be filled, the infrastructure will be reconstructed, and most importantly we will speak in Georgian in Abkhazia again. I do believe in this, and I expect that day to comesoon. Thank you for this opportunity.