I moved to Italy with my child as a refugee, this is what I had to face.

While some people want to know, How to leave Italy On the spot, Alla was there by chance. "I'm a refugee," the woman says. Together with her little daughter, she went abroad in the spring because she was tired of living in constant fear. What difficulties faced the heroine of today’s history, read further in the article.



To be honest, I never wanted to live abroad. I love Kiev and its rhythm, I have always been comfortable in this city and my country. I wanted to raise my daughter here. But after a full-scale invasion, my life changed a lot.

At first I didn’t think of going anywhere. I was sure it would be over very soon. Nothing to be afraid of. But time passed and the situation only got worse. I have a 2-year-old daughter in my arms. I'm tired of living in constant fear, running for shelter with the baby and comforting her. Marousia began to fear every rustle.



Then my sister suggested I move in with her for a while. My husband and I started thinking about how to get to Italy the fastest and safest way. Kostya took us to the border, and there we switched to the bus. It didn't work fast anyway. And the journey itself was very stressful. But we ended up with our sister.

Marina lives in the capital. I visited her a couple of times, but I only liked Rome as a tourist city. I never wanted to live there, although in theory I could. When my daughter and I settled down, I began to find out how to get documents and some financial assistance.



Thank you to my sister who helped me because I didn’t know the language. But knowing Italian would not help me much, because the bureaucratic system of Italy is a quest. I managed to get at least some paper about my status only after 5 months. I was lucky that my daughter and I never got sick. We could hardly have gone to the doctor then.

Italians can be envied only in the fact that they are never in a hurry, but at the same time feel great. I'm not used to that. It's not my rhythm of life at all. They are also very conservative. I watched a woman who lives next door. Her routine is like Groundhog Day.

I remember having her over for dinner one day. I wanted to get my family together and invite my neighbor because she helped me a lot. So she refused, citing a meeting with friends at the bar. They go there on the same day at the same time. And instead of meeting, it's always the same.



One day I asked them why they didn’t want to meet in some new establishments, because there are so many of them in Rome. I was told that without them the bar would be dead. The neighbor was joking, of course. But what I've learned is that Italians are channeling their conservatism into things like this to keep the economy going.

It was also very difficult for me to get the Italian heat. It's different than ours. It is impossible to be outside during rush hour, which is almost all daylight hours. Only brave men go out in the sun. I stumbled and went to the store at this time. I almost fainted on the road! I never made that mistake again.



The only thing I really liked about Italy was the openness of the people. They can talk to you on the street without any reason. Italians are sincere and sensual. They cannot be confused with any other people.

But I wouldn’t be able to stay here long. Our neighbor’s propaganda works very well here. That's why I'm more of a white crow than my own. If it wasn't for my daughter, I would never have left. Living abroad is great, but there is nothing better at home!

Life Wisdom: What this story teaches us is that it is good to visit, but better at home. What a pity that so many Ukrainians had to leave their homeland in search of a safe haven. Many of them lost their homes because they were destroyed by enemy missiles.



I want to believe that soon this nightmare will end and all Ukrainians will be able to return home. Let it be that way!