All my life I will have thoughts of that and feel the pain that I felt then and still feel. That will never go away. It was Tuesday night. It had taken them all day in the blistering heat to walk the four kilometers to Cinkara. It was no uglier than any of the other buildings. It had the same pockmarked face and shattered windows of all the concrete blocks. They had made munitions here once. Maybe, maybe there would be weapons of some kind, a gun she could hold. Maybe there would be food or clean water. One thing she knew was that there would be people. The road was full of them, everyone hungry, everyone frightened, everyone hot. One of the girls in her class had fainted at the roadside. She wanted to stop and comfort Edina, but her sister wouldn’t let her. Her sister kept her slippery hand locked tight within her own, bruising it with her hold, and marched her forward, talking to no one, listening to no one. It was only the two of them now. They had already seen their brothers to the woods.
