A year alter they got married, my parents were separated by the war. My father found himself in a foreign country, where he had to struggle to survive. My mother stayed behind and had to live with a newborn baby - me - under a harsh communist regime. My parents were separated for twelve years. Over that time, their faithfulness to each other, and their faith in God, never failed. Their faith was the solid rock on which they built their lives. It helped them to overcome countless difficulties, and enabled them to take up their life together again once they managed to find each other. After they were reunited, they had four more children.