Sisterhood can't be broken, neither the sea split in half

Obviously, I didn't take the pictures, my father did. 

We often forget of the great days in our life, the great moments, the big discoveries we face with child's eyes, a lake which isn't the sea, but it looks like it, it looks infinite. 

And my sister, with whom I never stop fighting, and still, she's here, I'm here, you have to be very stupid to mess sisterhood or brotherhood up, when it's not so easy to do it.

August-September 2009, North-East of the country, close to the borderline with Ukraine, I think, or Moldova.