Early on Friday evening, I had the opportunity to read my short text, which had been on my heart for some time, at the assembly for decent Slovakia in Kežmarok. I would like to share it with you in this way:

If Ján Kuciak and Martina Kušnírová were alive, tomorrow they would have their desired wedding day. However, the tears of joy and emotion in their families were replaced by tears of bitterness and pain from the loss. I know we've talked about them many times, I know you've heard everything possible about them from all sides. I decided to share my own feelings with you today.

I'm getting married tomorrow. We already had the date selected last fall. I am not the type of woman who enjoys wedding preparations and plans far in advance. Planning my wedding basically started three months ago, when we had nothing at all except the rings and the date. 

When wedding thoughts began to emerge in my mind, Slovakia was shaken by the news of the murder of journalist Ján Kuciak and his fiancee Martina. I can't describe my feelings at that time in words. I stood in front of the screen petrified and felt fear. I myself studied journalism and perceived its noble purpose, I myself should have had a wedding date of May 5th exactly like the murdered couple, I myself am the same age as them.

While Martina was buried in her wedding dress, I hadn't chosen my dress yet. I thought about my own pre-wedding feelings - anticipation, love, excitement, butterflies in my stomach and fear, and I thought about someone stealing it from her. I thought about how two young people love each other, when the moment will soon be waiting for you when you will tell your loved one in front of God, family and friends that you want to spend the rest of your life with him. Someone impoverished her for the rest of her life with her beloved Ján. I thought about how young and untouchable we feel, even as we hit 30, that we have our lives ahead of us. Someone stole her life. And we will only have a memory of them. All of a sudden, at that moment, I felt guilty that I was going to enjoy life, the wedding, marriage, and she wouldn't seal her love with Ján with a newly married kiss and dance. 

All words are empty and useless after all. Their deaths touched me, even though I didn't know them personally at all. It touched me because they lived life just like us. They planned for the future just like us. They were planning a baby, just like us. These are the strongest and most beautiful emotions in every person's life, and someone took all of this away from them. The sadness I feel tonight before their wedding and mine can only be turned into a positive message by telling you that we live our lives to the best of our ability every single day we get - in truth, love, hope that it doesn't extinguish them legacy and that Ján and Martina continue to live in us. Let's not let them die again.