Monday, August 14, 2006, eight in the morning, the night was long. One last shot, then silence, a silence dreamed by 3 million people in a corner of the world, a silence for once synonymous with life.
Monday, August 14, 2006, thousands of refugees rushed without delay on the roads of the south, as a start signal cannon that creates traffic jams. It should happen as quickly as possible, ascertain the land abandoned time of war, again those who remained trapped by the savagery of men. Makeshift bridges are quickly built on the rubble on the muddy ground, the river water.
Monday, Aug. 14 later in the day, the journey was long, it is very hot, a man stands before a pile of stones, he has discovered his house, his furniture scattered randomly breath, a few books by puff the slight evening breeze, a photo testifying of the past ... not much. The man has only one hope, hope that the silence lasts, it does not require hitting the road with his family. He said it takes hold, it is difficult but it is good.
Monday, August 14, 2006, family pitched a tent on the pavement, behind a landscape of desolation, a result of these noises that rang in our heads for 33 days. Rubble everywhere and children play at war, which finally brought back to life ... Found innocence, but for how long?
Monday, August 14, 2006, it is still early to speculate about the future, the past is there at every street corner, on every face. But it will be willing to consider to take things in hand, rebuilt on solid foundations, the roots push deep into the earth. The sacrifices can not be shattered and all this macabre farce will find a happy ending. It is time to take historic decisions to finally challenge the myth of Sisyphus and forget July 12 where men, women, children made their way into exile. Find
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