Fire.
Burning red and orange and yellow.
Heat.
Pressuring the skin with more warmth than required.
Passion.
A type of feeling when heat meets fire.
I have been living under a roof for so many years.
Until I have forgotten how lucky I am.
To have shelter, to have food.
To have clothing, to have water.
To have a bed, to have a blanket.
To have a family, to understand unconditional love.
To have a job, to ponder and plan what to do next.
To be protected by the army, the police, the firefighter, the white coat fighter.
To live in a safe and peaceful place, without war.
I am grateful and thankful to be able to live in this place, well protected by our warriors.
I am proud of every single one of them, thank you for making this place safe for living.
Thank you for taking care of us.
Thank you for having this job as your passion.
Thank you for having this job to feed and support your family.
Thank you for having this job to help others.
Thank you, despite a lot of stressful moments.
Mentally and physically taxing and draining.
Thank you, for staying in the position and protecting and fighting for what is right.
Thank you very, very, very, very, very much.
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