She was wearing her white uniform and was on her way to take on other traumatized children. It must be tough living with so many war stories. I was just living with one, mine, and it was difficult, as...
I was glad to see other faces and at the same time disappointed that the war had destroyed the enjoyment of the very experience of meeting people.
I concluded to myself that if I were the hunter, I would shoot the monkey so that it would no longer have the chance to put other hunters in the same predicament.
At night it felt as if we were walking with the moon. It followed us under thick clouds and waited for us at the other end of dark forest paths. It would disappear with sunrise but return again, hover...
This wasn’t a place for illusions; the reality here was the genuine happiness that came about from the natural magic of standing next to someone and being consumed by the fortitude in his or her human...
This is one of the consequences of the civil war. People stopped trusting each other, and every stranger became an enemy. Even people who knew you became extremely careful about how they related or sp...
These days I live in three worlds: my dreams, and the experiences of my new life, which trigger memories from the past. (page 20)
My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed.
Most of the staff members were like that; they returned smiling after we hurt them. It was as if they had made a pact not to give up on us.
I wanted to see my family, even if it meant dying with them.
When I was very little, my father used to say, If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. If there is nothing good left in the destiny of a person, he or she will d...