Three years ago Sviatlana came back to Dubai and in her hand bag was a small, green and waxy leaf wrapped in damp tissue in a plastic bag. It was a cutting of a Happiness Tree from the gardens of Slonim, Belarus.
The leaf was planted, it rooted and soon started to grow. And for a time it delivered its promise.
But as time passed Sviatlana and I lost contact and soon after our tree divided into two branches. Just as I knew it would the branch I had named Sviatlana grew strong, robust and proud.
With my departure to Saudi Arabia I have to leave my Tree behind and so, like Sviatlana I too have taken two leaves as cuttings and will carry them with me on my new journey.
But what to do with the plant? I have looked around, among my friends, it seems to me that A and A are the most in love and so to them as I leave my happiness and my Tree. I know they will look after both my Tree and their love.