I am still stuck between yesterday and the present, between love and hate, between sadness and joy, between my old homeland and the mysterious present. I am still stuck in the hearts of the dead and the living.. Am I dead or alive? We have become refugees at the border, heading east..west..south..north.. with our bags on our shoulders, but our eyes are look behind us, looking for someone to pull us out of this destruction and give us hope and a better life.
