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Katya
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| blockquote.rt { margin: 0 0 15px; border-left: 4px solid #81c784; padding: 0 0 0 12px; display: block; } p { margin: 0 0 0 0 } .email-signature {font-family:"Calibri"; font-size: 9pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; } Hello! I’m learning a foreign language and occasionally I talk with people from different countries. Lately, I came across your contact in a language group and thought I’d message you – you seemed really interesting. Trust that’s fine. I’m in my early thirties. Just a regular woman – honest, with a sense of humor, and relaxed. I like genuine chats without any hurry. I’m not looking for material things – for me, it’s about real connection. Sometimes, a few simple words can be the beginning of a warm acquaintance, especially when people from around the globe exchange ideas. How is it for you with foreign languages? Have you ever had a conversation with someone from another country – just out of curiosity, in a chill manner? It would be great if you could tell me a bit about yourself – where you’re from, what’s on your mind, how your summer is going. If you’d like, I’d be happy to send you a picture – just to make our exchange a bit cozier. Warm regards, Katya. |
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Hello!  I wanted to write you something real. Not just the usual "Hi, how are you?"—but a letter with soul, with genuine thoughts, unhurried words, and a kind of warmth that emojis can't quite convey.  In one of my recent photos, I’m standing at the steps of a plane with a bright pink bag. It was a sunny day, and that’s when I arrived in Turkey — with hope in my eyes and a gentle nervousness in my heart. That moment marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life.  I used to live in Mariupol. That city still lives within me — its streets, familiar voices, the smell of morning coffee… But as you can probably understand, everything changed. The war left me with only two choices: stay among the ruins, or try to start over. I chose the latter.  Now I live in Turkey, in a suburb of Ankara. I’ve started to settle in, found work, learned a few Turkish phrases (which sometimes leads to funny situations — but that’s a story for another time!). Life here is different — slow-paced, sunny, peaceful. I’m learning to feel safe again, and that gives me strength.  I’m 35, divorced, no children. But you know, I believe age is just a number. Inside, I’m still that girl who believes in sincerity, in care, and in the idea that eyes can still shine — even if they’ve seen a lot.  Right now, I don’t want shallow conversations. I dream of warmth — of letters filled with something real. Of someone I can talk to about books, about thoughts, about the smell of the air after rain… and maybe one day, simply stroll together through quiet city streets where no one is in a rush.  Tell me a little about yourself. What brings you joy? What weighs on your mind? Have you ever been to Turkey — not just as a tourist, but in a way that touched your soul?  You can be yourself — no masks, no posing. I value that deeply.  Let this letter be the beginning — at the very least — of a warm, genuine conversation.  Warmly, Katya     Friday, May 2, 2025, 10:57:55 PM, you wrote: |