Hello to everyone who has read my blog. I haven't posted posts for a month. Sorry. 😅

I was engaged in the registration of various documents, solved the problems of my family and began to attend Integration courses in Germany. (I'll talk about this later)

So that's it!

I already said earlier that at the airport in Istanbul we decided to fly to Germany to visit distant relatives of Mr. S. We had 2 days to see Istanbul (this is very little). + One day we just fell asleep because we were very tired, but the second day was very busy. We went a lot and saw a lot of beautiful and interesting places. And in the evening we were waiting for a plane to Dusseldorf, Germany.

We bought a watermelon and ate it on the plane when we flew. It was very exciting, because I understood that it was for a long time and I didn't know what was waiting for me.

Mr. S was very tired during this time, he decided a lot where we should fly, how best.

When we arrived in Dusseldorf, it was already dark. The airport in Germany was different from what I saw in Istanbul and Russia. In Germany, the airport was very calm, everyone kept their distance, it was very quiet. I felt excited, I don't know why. But it was a little scary.

When the passport was stamped, we were asked where we were from, whether we needed help, to whom we were going, to friends, or whether we needed to tell us where the camps for Ukrainian refugees were.
We were on our way to visit Mr. S.'s distant relatives.

When we came out, Uncle Arthur and his son Edward were already waiting for us. At the beginning they seemed to me very serious and calm. I'll tell you a secret, it scared me a little.
When we were driving in the car, Eduard was driving, all the way I was looking at Uncle Arthur and Edik. We didn't talk much.
I felt better when Aunt Natasha (Arthur's wife) called. When I heard her positive voice, I felt warm in my soul.

We drove two hours to the town where Mr. S.'s relatives lived. This small town is called Warstein, there is a brewery in the town. I thought the name was very familiar, it turned out that in Mariupol I often bought beer, which is produced in this city.

We arrived late, we were met by Natasha, Arthur's wife. She was very friendly, kind. You know, I had a feeling that I came to visit my relatives and I was no longer afraid.
We were immediately shown our room on the second floor. And Eduard started bringing me his things, (by the way, he still does it) it is very cute.
We ate noodle soup, it was very tasty. Natasha cooks delicious. We talked a little, they showed me where the washing machines are. Then we went to rest.

Tomorrow I will tell you about how we started to process the documents and how it was.
But! I'll tell you a secret, it was a very pleasant dream when you are not afraid that a plane will arrive or a bomb will fall.