How — We Live

War—everything that we know, from local firing to the big battles. Nobody knows about what they fight for. Struggle—only for the sake of struggle. Other part of us only tries to survive any day as we are the best way can: sifting through wreck of city for the foodstuffs, finding out how to make it to border, attempt make sure our children could to be given birth in the best probable world. There is I, Temor, and my beloved Fanta. This—our histories. If we do not make it, at least the the peoples outside could know that whom we were. It will cost probably something. We should believe that it would be worth it.