I was born in Moscow At that time my father was working in Russia. Me, my parents and my little brother used to live there. Each summer, my mother, my brother and me used to travel to Syria to see our family and friends while my dad had to stay in Moscow for work. My father would join us for a week or two. Though I missed his company a lot, summer in Syria was amazing. I remember counting the days until summer vacation would start. I remember my favorite thing was waking up early in the morning with all of my cousins (and there was a lot of us) to go picking apples. We would spend hours in the farm creating new games, playing cards and trying to cook for ourselves until the evening when we would all dress up and go for a walk. We would hear the music playing from the restaurants. We would dance, sing and take pictures. Still, the best part of summer was visiting our other cousins in Tartous. It was our favorite city because it was close to the sea and what is better than going...