Too many thoughts running through my mind. Too many memories. It was the anniversary of the bombing. My memories were distracting me from my job. And yet.. I couldn t keep out the wailing babies, the weeping mothers, starving themselves to sacrifice food to the gods in the hope that they would help. Even Betha, who made sure everyone knew she was atheist, ended up sacrificing something. It brought out the best in some, who would willingly forgo food for others. They all died. It brought out the worst in most, who ended up killing each other for crumbs. Only some survived, and those were the ones it gave a need to be cunning. Like me. That was why I survived. I knew we would die there, but still the people stayed,
praying for some miracle.
praying for some miracle.
