We did not sense it would be the last trip; rather, we thought we were at the beginning of our journey to explore the beautiful culture and lands, in its astonishing diversity. We were living through moments of self-denial as the country was slipping into an abyss.
It was a risk to spend our savings traveling on a trip, even if it were domestic. Nevertheless, we took a risk and traveled to the most beautiful island in the world, Socotra, on our wedding anniversary. We camped there for a week - one of the most beautiful weeks of our life. We didn't know it was our last trip together. The wars broke out and did not stop until now. I do not mean war in its classic sense, as it began before that, but new wars: exile, diaspora, and loss.