I ask myself so many times. Is that the way life really used to be like? Looking at me you would never know, you could never guess the darkness from which I have emerged. Writing in third person comes so naturally it is a way to detach from what is, what was reality. Time at university is running out and soon these blogs from me shall also cease. Certain things trigger ones memory. And perhaps one has to face those shadows at some point too.
Two years ago life was so different. When I began uni this journey was so different, never in a million years could I have guessed all that would occur.
Freedom comes at a price, a very hefty one. Once upon a time I had no freedom, everything was under strict control, under what seemed like to be an unbreakable lock. Any sort of speech was forbidden, any unauthorised movement would be met with harsh chastisement, deep wounds and blood loss. Looking at me who would know?
The only way out is to fight. To swallow your fear, to take the beatings, stay awake throughout the nights to make sure no one tries to steal your life, make sure no one tries to harm you but all the vigilance goes to waste. Fight your fear.
Skip to the future:
All around you you’re surrounded by so many people who have so much more than you. Yeah, they have a nice home, they have nice cars, they have better clothes, they appear smarter but they never had any one use them or rinse them dry, take them for all they have and then kick then kick them to the curb and make them bleed mercilessly. What would they know?
The day we were kicked out:
Think Annie. A suit case, a back pack and as many plastic bags as we could carry. Anything valuable was stolen, anything memorable was burnt. That was last year.
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