When the war started, I thought I wouldn't survive a day of it. But we have lived together for two years of war. But not all of us. The war deprived people of their lives, loved ones, and homes.
An empty iron bed, hard. The springs bite painfully into the back. It is not even covered with a mattress. The bed stands on an island of blood-soaked earth, and there are sharp stones under the bed. There is water with blood all around. There is a lot of blood, droplets of blood even in the cloud, because death often flies at us from the sky.