and so it begins...

There is a phrase about putting a face to a name.... but I am searching to put a face to a country or an identity to my heart.... My country. Today my mother spoke with a representative from Fana: the place that I was born. We made a date to visit the orphanage. April 12, 2012 at noon. It's a scheduled date, just like any other, a mark in your calendar. But to me, it is the date in which I will see the place from which I came; the walls that contain the infantile cries of all the babies who where once born there and set fourth to a strange destiny that cannot always be put into words. It holds the keys to the parental souls of whom all stood inside it's walls searching for the same thing... a child. And year after year these desperate souls and helpless hearts are joined together in what can only be recognized as FATE. And so on April 12th, 2012 at noon, we will all meet our fate once again. It is the date that we, my mother and father can see the woman who gave me life.