Winter froze my posting, I see. Nothing much new in here, I found out that Kuwait can have somewhat of a winter (around ten degrees of Celsius), which can be more annoying than it was in England as we have got no heaters in here, only ACs. But survivable and yeah, I can finally can keep the windows open (given it’s not a sandstorm) and feel and smell the fresh air; I love it especially when the wind comes from coast and brings that salty, fresh scent of the sea, which during winter turns into powder blue. And even the beaches are possibly clean, unlike during the heats.
I don’t have many news, perhaps the fact I have a third angel in heaven waiting for me, but the hope dies last and we shall try to get me through the whole pregnancy once again; I did it once, failed thrice, maybe now is the time to succeed again…?
It’s very painful experience and makes me rather radical towards these women which go to abortion because they can’t keep their legs closed or the child just isn’t convenient for them, while I try hard and hard and in my rather young age already went through four pregnancies; with Dori being the only kiddo alive…
From felting I went to playing World of Warcraft, which with it’s immense and colourful world lets me forget on many problems of daily life.
Dori’s still an illegal immigrant and we can’t travel out of country, because we won’t be able to get her back in. And, not so surprisingly, Czech neither Kuwait officers are cooperative nor helpful and let us eat the sour end, trying to figure out how to make each other’s country persuaded that things just sometimes don’t go their way. Kuwait demands paper that states I’m the sole guardian of my daughter; Czech sends her birth certificate. Kuwait doesn’t recognise BC without biological fathers, and Czech doesn’t give statements about guardianships when they got their BC which says it clear.
Now, help us God.