When I left my home in February 2006, I didn’t know I wouldn’t see it again, and I had no clue that I was at the beginning of a life I could never have imagined — one in which I would have no country, no home, and no one in my life other than the person I love. At that moment I didn’t care. I didn’t look far ahead. All I knew was that I needed to get away from my jailers and reach a point when my life was truly mine. This is what I wanted, and this is what I have today.

I would very much like to have a place that Meg and I love and where we feel safe. I would like to have people in my life who feel and think like me and are happy when I am happy. And I would like to reach a point when Meg is no longer terrified of tomorrow. We don’t have any of that today. Still, we go on, because we have a life. At the very least, in the twenty years we have been together, we have been true to ourselves and never separated despite the obstacles.