until it is late again.

On February 23, when the military declared curfew on us, we told ourselves that this was only going to last for a couple of days. How long can the schools remain shut anyway? That was the first sign on adaptation. On the third week of curfew, we were only hoping that we allowed more time to buy things and return home. By the second month, we were happy to be alive. Ecstatic. I would not deny that there was never before such a thrill in knowing that everyone I love is alive. I mean I heard my friend's entire home was blown up. relatively, we were in such a good place.

That's how we are. Give us everything and we want more. Kill three people and let us watch, we will kiss your hands and thank you for sparing us. We are adaptable. Did I mention that before?