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It's been ten years ... At that time, I was only 7 and my brother, David, 10. We was returning with our parents from the holidays from Finland. After the aircraft arrived back to Czechia, we sat in our car and drove home. It was August 20 at 23:05 - at that time my watch also stopped - a truck hit us. I woke up after a few days in the hospital, my brother was sitting and obviously sleeping next to me in a chair.

"David?" I gently addressed him.

"Thank God!!" he began to scream and tears ran into his eyes. "You are alive!"

Immediately the nurse and the doctor came and told me it. They said the parents did not survive the crash. They said that we were moving to our grandaunt Zaneta, which we did not know until now, and to the other end of the republic. And they also said it was a miracle we survived with my  brother.

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