Filosofa's Word

Do you remember when you were … oh, say four or five years old?  Before you started going to school … a time when your parents were your main contact and the people you looked to for safety, for security?  Now, try to imagine when you were that age, if your parents had taken you from the home you always knew, travelled a long distance, sometimes in buses, other times strangers’ vehicles, and often on foot.  And now, close your eyes and visualize that late one of those nights, as you are being carried by your mother, for you were just too tired to walk another step, and all of a sudden … BRIGHT LIGHTS, LOUD CRUEL VOICES, CRYING, SCREAMING … and suddenly you are grabbed roughly by a strange man wearing, of all things, a GUN, and you look around, but you cannot see your mother, though you can…

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