That is the memory of my village, in particular my home. The beautiful blue sky and the green tree is how I remember my home. I just put my memories back. Because of the war many people left the place as they tried to kill everybody. You can see people running. Nobody lived there for years. The dark door of the house is the warning for people not to go inside because nobody knows what might be hiding there. It is dangerous to go back to my memories through that door. When I go to my memories too far, to the beginning, it is dangerous. I can’t go back to 1983 or 1984 when my parents were killed.

Atem Aleu