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  1. Sep 2018
    1. where our house once was

      I can't even imagine how it would feel like when your home, memories, experiences, and everything that make up what you really are as a person gets completely destroyed, and you can do nothing about it....it's not just a house that was buried underground, part of you was buried along with the house.

    2. I have waited at countless checkpoints, praying that no one finds the bread, the money, the schoolbooks, the chocolates I have hidden in my bag, on my body, trying to smuggle them through to people on the other side.

      This really triggers me because it doesn't usually occur to us that the things we consider very basic and don't give such great value, some people fight to get them; they fight to have normal lives.