I am sure my mother is happy. I understand now the point of my own survival. |
It was, in a way, reportage, because she was writing about what she had just seen. |
This hunt, compared with what my parents went through, was nothing. There are moments that leave their indelible mark, but I'm alive. |
When they came for her there were no tears. It was a silent adieu. She asked me to look after papa. I am sure she knew she was leaving forever. |