My parents separated when I was a child. My mother did not have a house of her own. She lived in different rented houses with my sisters. I grew up in an orphanage with my younger brother. I used to visit my mother only during school holidays. Home as something associated with family only existed in my memories of school holidays. I identify my orphanage in Oddusuddan as my real home. This is the place that I owe my life to and it made it possible for me to enter the university. The orphanage saved my life during the last war, unlike the fate of my mother and sisters. Whenever I think about my home I feel deformed.