- I ended up in an orphanage when I was four, after my older sister placed me there. My mother did not have time for us, as she had a dissolute life. Despite all this, until my last days there, I believed that my mother would come and take me home. But that never happened ...
I spent my childhood, adolescence and youth in the orphanage. I remember my first day at the orphanage very well. I was given many toys that I never had at home. At first, it seemed that I was in a fairy tale. However, over time, of course, things started to change. 25 children were in our group. The educators were different. Some were kind, others were cruel. Mostly, cruel.
For any kind of disobedience, they could beat us with a mop, a tourniquet, forced us for to hold chairs above our heads an hour or even more. Our hands would totally numb after this. We could not dare to cry as it was not accepted. If you ended up crying, people would start calling you a coward. For us as children, this was the worst experience. Once our nanny was in a very bad mood, and we were making noise and playing. She ended up beating us all with a heavy belt to keep us quiet. We were afraid to even squeak. Such incidents happened very often.