The hope
In 2007, death brought me a gift: hope. Foreign men and women supported women like me. I had the possibility of receiving an education, I did not know that the world had changed so much, everything here seemed to have remained in a dusty past. It was difficult for me to read, my writing was terrible and my head was always full of fear, fear that the past would return to take away what little I had. They invited me to help in those foreign organizations, to serve other women like me, women with harder histories. Now, I knew that he could make me understand in another language. Now, I knew that the world was connected via the internet and that I was part of a generation called millennials. I learned that we were unfortunate, but that many unfortunate people together can help change the world. I dreamed, I dreamed again, no longer always with the same pain. And then those men came back. And they took everything from me, again.
