A LITTLE RUBBER PIGGY JERUSALEM, ISRAEL (2012 2013)

He gave me this piggy when we met on student exchange in the US. It was just a joke over how much he loves bacon and me never wanting to taste it as my heritage forbids it. Many evenings we spent together at home drinking wine and cooking dinner. Loving and annoying each other. What goes first in the pan?! Enriching each other with family memories and favourite foods. How different our habits and clothes were, how different our food from Israel to Denmark. And yet, we are so much the same. We loved each other purely and deeply; we loved our differences and we both knew that was part of our charm. Imagining our children was like imagining how it would feel to win the lottery. But for me, it was too hard to change my path; to hurt my parents who only wished for me to be happy, with a Jewish boy. I made the wrong decision: one that was not fully and consciously my own. Here I am standing, 27 years old, like a toddler learning to walk. I’m learning I can make my own decisions in life, fully… Only now do I know, falling in love has changed my destiny, and for this I am grateful. Maybe I evolved too late for this wonderful, wonderful person, but I know it’s never too late to change. I’m giving you a glimpse at my piggy and a taste of our story, hoping we will all have the courage to consciously make our own decisions and the will to stand behind them. I will always follow my heart!