{"id":17656,"date":"2022-01-13T11:59:01","date_gmt":"2022-01-13T08:59:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/istorija\/aciu\/"},"modified":"2026-03-19T16:42:09","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T13:42:09","slug":"thank-you","status":"publish","type":"istorija","link":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/story\/thank-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Thank you!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>31 years ago, I was a five-year-old girl.<br \/>\nI couldn\u2019t understand why Dad, dressed in his warmest clothes and saying goodbye in an unusual, longer, and quieter way,<br \/>\nleft the house.<br \/>\nHe said he was going to DEFEND LITHUANIA.<\/p>\n<p>With my five-year-old mind, I didn\u2019t understand why it needed defending.<br \/>\nOr why Mom\u2019s cheeks were streaked with tears we tried to hide from each other.<\/p>\n<p>Today I understand.<br \/>\nAnd I am grateful.<br \/>\nFor the fact that we can live and create in a free Lithuania.<br \/>\nFor the fact that our children can be born and grow up in a place where it is good\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17656","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17656","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}