I'm hungry...
I'm so hungry that I bite my lips and they bleed...
I'm so hungry that my palms have marks from my nails, from my clenched little fists...
I'm hungry and I feel like screaming so loud it will sound like the howl of a wild animal...
In the silence of the night, my stomach is rumbling so loudly….
I'm starting to remember...
I remember yes...explosions, bombings...
They woke me up at night.
I haven't talked to anyone about it... I'm still shaking. I remember it all to myself, as much as I could, because of my fear... I'm trying to connect all the pieces together to come up with a logical conclusion. I'm trying to find answers to all the things that are tormenting my mind.
But I remember a few things...
It was evening, maybe even close to dawn. I was sleeping, like every night, in my room. It was hot. I remember this because I kept the window open.
I had heard my father calling my uncle since noon and whispering anxiously.
I didn't manage to hear much. I only kept his own fear inside me. It was evident in the tone of his voice, which was not like when he spoke sweetly to us every day with our mother.
It was also visible in his gaze. He looked scared, perhaps. He reminded me of myself when I've done something naughty and I'm afraid of being caught.
Just one sentence... "Are you saying they should bomb us too, in retaliation"?
I don't know what these are or if they have anything to do with my hunger.
I had heard that and was scared, but then Talim came and we played so maybe I forgot. I lay down so tired that I fell asleep right away...
Too bad...I wanted our usual goodnight kiss.
I woke up to continuous loud noises-explosions, probably...sirens and then voices, crying, panic...
My room, or rather what was left of it, had started to burn.
I ran…I looked for my mother…my father…the rest of the house…. Where had everything gone?
It's as if an invisible dragon swallowed everything, spitting fire and ruins.
I ran...I don't remember where...I was calling for my mother...for my father...No one...
I don't know how I got here to the beach, nor how many days passed. Maybe 3 or 4.
I'm huddled here, under a dusty, fire-charred bush. I dig my bloody feet into the sand to warm myself. Here I sleep, I wake up for so many days. Dirty...hungry...
I only managed to find a little water, and it was horribly dirty. To keep from fainting, I closed my eyes and swallowed it all at once. My eyes were watering from the smell of it... It was so bad...
I'm hungry...I'm very hungry...
I'm starting to see blurry...maybe I'm dreaming... I get up...I'm walking down a long, wide, bright street...I don't remember if it was here before..
My hunger seems to be starting to subside...I'm not so hungry anymore.
How strange...I don't remember eating anything.
It was probably starting to get dark... I started to feel sleepy...
Rather…
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