We breathed the air of freedom without knowing the language or any person..

But silence is where victims dwell..

When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing uni….

When sleep enters the body like smoke and man journeys into the abyss like an extinguished star that is lighted elsewhere, then all quarrel ceases, o….

Instead of a homeland I hold the metamorphoses of the world..

We mothers rock into the heart of the world the melody of peace..

World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--.

To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality..