Ever since I was a little girl. I always thought it was normal for my father to never stay very long with his family. He gave a huge part of his life to two things : twenty years to serve in the Russian Army, fighting the Chechen during different wars. And fifteen years dedicated to God in different churches. I grew up in that contexte who always seemed natural to me. My father was somewhere over there. It’s the contexte that I never questioned until now… Recently I realized everything that we could have lived together and all we could have shared. Thats how I started to question that “We” and what it meant.