The first shock came when we were packing for the trip: a regular weekday, we're both at home, our two kids in the kindergarten. We caught ourselves whispering as if it was encoded in our brains that when it’s quiet the children must be asleep... Then, the departure, our stomachs in knots – what’s going to happen when they come back home and see only their grandparents? On the way to the airport, we had a thousand thoughts running through our heads – how will they fall asleep without a parent when it never happened before? Won’t they be shocked when they’re waken up by grandma and not dad or mom? And if they start crying and we won’t be able to come back because we'll be thousands of kilometers away?