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Dosca Ecaterina
Age 17
Romania
"Once I had a dream: It was dark, everything was black, it was an infernal noise: weepings; callings, shootings. Gradually, it begins to outline images of people who were running and merging all together. I couldn't understand what was happening. There was a little boy by my side who was sitting near his mother's body. He embraced her, saying: --Mum, wake up, daddy is waiting for us, don't sleep anymore, wake up, Mum! He didn't understand that she doesn't exist anymore. Meeting my look, his blue eyes stared at me. His look was so innocent, so tender that I began to shed tears. There was something in his look that I couldn't understand, something that was emanating goodness and love. Full of pain, I closed my eyes. Suddenly, the noise stopped. When I opened them, I was sailing on a ship in the ocean. Waves were playing calm and friendly. A clear, infinite sky was merging at the horizon with the ocean, forming together, with the sun, an universe of happiness, of friendship..."
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