REMÍZA
 Stories from the Book

I was born in 1990, at a time that seemed to carry its own quiet sense of hope and innocence.

For me, Easter has become an annual reminder of one of the darkest moments of my life.

I sat beside my father in the car, staring through the window at the winter landscape slipping quietly past us.

I wrote this story during my treatment at Predná Hora, near the end of my journey there.