- Reads 29
- Votes 1
- Parts 2
- Time 13m
Ongoing, First published May 28, 2015
The sky is awake. The sun has risen. The birds always flutter to the west. But this day, something's new. I might not anymore see this sky again when I'm finally there. Even the sun. Also these black birds swaying in the air since I was four. I always call the Center Camp 'there,' because it seems to me like going to the biggest slaughterhouse you don't know where. I don't know where 'there' is. But in 'there,' I know it will never be easy. It will never be good. It will never be clean. There is a place where everyone I know whose hands are clean will somehow be smeared with blood. There is a place where I will face my deepest fear: to kill.All Rights Reserved
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