JANUARY 14 - FRIENDSHIPS

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journaling
Friendship, a word of great importance, about which I have had very different, sometimes very negative experiences in the course of my life. I met Sylvia on the day I started school in April 1962 and from the very beginning we had something in common, not just names. While I was growing up in a family, she had been taken from her family and placed in a home. As a result, she was never able to play on the street or meet up with us like all the other children. Everything had to be registered and approved. I often went to her home and spent time with her there. We were always together during school breaks and she was allowed to celebrate my birthdays with me and visit me at home from time to time. Then, in January 1967, we moved to another town and it was very hard to say goodbye. We lost sight of each other, but not our hearts. Many years later, I tried to find her, but had no luck. And so many years passed until one day I unexpectedly received an email from her. She had also been looking for me and found me by chance. I was living in Spain at the time and she came to see me. We spent a few lovely days in Granada. This place is also very important to her - as it is to me. One of many things we have in common. When we met again after 42 years, it was as if the years in between didn't exist. Today we live just a few kilometers apart because my husband and I have moved back to the place where I grew up. When we talk about friendship, it's a bond between two girls that has lasted for many years, even though all contact has been severed.