I remember

By Junate E. Long time since… I remember…a bruised neck which I had pushed through a small, narrow window. All I wanted was to catch a random sight of my mom and my brother… I had to leave my land all of a sudden and unshielded… Still remember… I caught a blurry glimpse of my mom, my sadness… she was on her knees as she had collapsed, her arms open wide and her palms pointing to my train… And my big brother, as he was pulling her off the ground, maybe better say “as he could not”, his shouts mixed with his tears in his wheelchair, helpless and amputee… Oh God! take me down the Earth to wherever you want, way far from that land where i threw up the agony off my depressing memories I’m afraid of remembering, but I still do,though. Those days young people were pretty political. They were not allowed to express what to believe as they were forced to follow the beaten path, and I was young then… The train left that land on a dull December night as gloomy as my my young hopes and as hopeless as my future now, ten years since… nobody above survived, except me Mom, please! Give your hand to my brother!