Music was always my free zone or the only place in the world that I can be whoever I want to be, but in time passing and after a few horrible years through the war in my homeland, the music saved my life and gave me a reason to start again after a hard crash. The music was the first step of my recovery trip from finding and saying the right words, to dreaming again. The keyboard of the piano made its way through my bad memories to start erasing them step by step and writing new and good ones, full of colours and hope.
The flavours of the tones give my life taste another dimension, one that I never thought or believed could even exist. I gained my voice again through music, gained my dreams, my hopes of a better life. Step by step music came to be my new way of life, my new way of understanding the difficulties of life and a way to deal with it.
The piano became my voice and my thoughts run through it. It became my new identity. And when I started my journey in a new country in another part of the world, the piano led me into a new society by introducing me to the new world in which I am starting to build up my life from zero again. But it was not from zero as I imagined, there was my piano and my music that protected me and opened a new way for me.