Gary Roach Sandesen

War. You are a peaceful man who loves both warring countries. We lived on the border, where there was constant fighting. You were forced to hide in a bunker, the lights were turned off, you were forced to hate the enemy, but you continued to love both cultures and languages. You were often punished for this. One day, the "educational process" went too far – you were beaten unconscious. At night, waking up beaten on the cold asphalt, you reached the border, shivering from the cold. We wept, expecting death at the hands of soldiers, but the unexpected happened. A soldier from the "enemy" side ran up to you, threw you over his shoulder and took you to a safe area. Despite your poor understanding of the language, you felt his attempts to comfort you. The tears turned to a scream, but not from pain, but from moral pain. The soldier, realizing this, hugged you and wiped away your tears, trying to calm you down.