Sh...! My father whispered. We were hiding behind some crates, from some enemies that were passing by. All we could hear were the reedy sounds from gunshots, marching boots and screaming voices. I looked up and saw fear on father's face. I wanted to tell him that men are not to fear, but I just didn't want those enemies to know where we were. Mother and sister had left with a bus to a refugee camp. Father couldn't go because the bus was full and I didn't let father go all alone so I also didn't go with the bus as well. I went on foot with father. Our enemies were three times as large as we were. And they also joined forces with some other countries, which made us feel we would not be able to survive as a country. They were fearless and we, fearful. The reek from decaying and some burning bodies filled the air. And the sun about to set made everything tougher for us. I brought out a wristwatch father bought for me, when it was my 7th birthday. The time was 4:37pm. Wh...

"Why is that man always like that?" Helen asked pointing at a man at a corner in the restaurant. "Good afternoon ma!" the counter attendant greeted. "Good afternoon, please does that man even eat here or do you know why he is that way?" "Ma'am we don't know why he is always like that and we've asked if there is any problem but he said we should not bother. Besides he eats here, even though it is only by 2pm." The counter attendant noticed that Helen had stopped listening. Helen was staring at the man. "ma'am, whats your order?" She said aloud to bring Helen's attention back to her. ""oh sorry, please give me the usual." I'll also take a drink." Helen took a drink and went to the man's table. "sir can I sit here?" The man placed his head on the table ignoring her. "hm... I'll take that as a yes!" Helen said and sat down. "Please leave. I am tired of everybody...