I'm not a Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just living out the American dream
And I just realized that nothing
Is what it seems"
And everyday that passes from this American dream, is being more and more and important for me. I don't know if there is a way to remember every single moment of a whole year, but I want that year to be with me all of my life and be like my guide, because here I'm learning the best lessons for life. I'm passing in good and bad moments, depressing, but this are gonna serve me in my future, for better life.
The feelings that I had today, were something like a deja vu. In US History's class, the teacher has promised for a while that he will show to the class the movie for the War in Kosova. And, there it comes the day, that I must be the speaker, the "veteran" of the war, and share my experience. My US History's teacher, one of the best ones, tried to calm me down saying me that it has already happened, we can't change it! I know that, I understand it and I was strong enough not to cry or anything, but it was just the feeling of turning back the time again, and living in my mind again those moments of misery.
I was ready to see the movie when the teacher clicked on play. There was a librarian worker too, that was interested on hearing my story, so I was in front of a pretty good public.
The movie started. I never realized that my heart was racing, until the first gunshot happened and I jumped like crazy from my chair. I tried to calm again and I was keeping my hands under the desk, so they can't see that I'm braking my fingers from stress. The american pilot in the movie was running and running to escape from the serbians, until he jumped into the massacre's place and pretended like dead. There my teacher stopped the movie, because it was already the end of class, and now was my turn to talk. I turned back nine years ago and I pictured those moments that will never go out of my mind. As I was remembering them, I continued talking and talking. I also showed them pictures of the war, the NEWBORN sign and the Bill Clinton's sign. They were very surprised from my story, and I was surprised of my self. I was really feeling proud. Like my teacher said, having Rona in our class to tell her story is like having a man that lived the World War II and escaped Hitler, now telling to us his story. He said, "America helped your country because it worth it. We are proud of you. You are special Rona." The ma'am from library also said that she feels proud of me. These were the words that came just like sugar to my ears. They will always echo on me. I always loved AMERICA, but now I'm in love with it! Thanks to them I am alive and living this incredible dream. If there is any heart as big as my parents, this is AMERICA'S heart.
And as I walked out of my US History's class, I felt so light, just like dancing. Because I left a pretty heavy weight behind my shoulders and I shared it with my american friends.
You took a piece of my heart, AMERICA, and even if I'm in the other part of world, I'll be with YOU
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