Tiende mars:
Bulgaria:
It had snowed. The snow had covered the writings on the stone slabs. Dragomir supposed he shouldn't be surprised that it had.
He wasn't. Not really. He'd brought a broom set after all. But it just felt as if Mother Nature was trying to erase what he couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't, ever forget.
Forgetting them whom hadn't chosen to die, who was complete innocents, who had never asked for the War, was not an option, would never be an option.
He took delicate care to brush away every speck of snow he could reach, then he took out the second thing he'd brought; flower wreaths.
Tibet:
While his beloved Dalai Lama had fled to safety, Karjam Wang, the Personification of the Nation of Tibet, had stayed behind. Mostly because Tibet was his country and he wasn't going to leave it just because China and his boss continued to occupy it, but also because he wanted to fight the fight peacefully from the inside.
Every year, ever since the failure of 1959, he had hung posters of wherever he knew China's boss would walk past. It didn't matter how many times he'd been told to stop or how much security had increased, he continued to do so. He also continued to sit quietly in a lotus position outside China's office with his "Freedom for Tibet"-poster.
He would protest the best he knew how until his people and country were free.
USA:
Alfred had had many impressive people as his people. People who had done impressive things that defied their status and even society's expectations of them.
People like Harriet Tubman.
Born into slavery, she could've easily succumbed to pain and despair and turned numb inside. Instead, she freed over 70 enslaved people, worked as a spy for the Union Army during the Civil War, and fought for women's suffragette until illness overtook her.
What a woman! What a person!
Author's notes:
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