Home in a world filled with war.
Morning comes and it seems that people here were already determined to get their lives back together, with no more threats of gunfire and bombings, people were stacking bricks one on top of the other, filling gaps in their walls or building a whole new wall altogether.
It was such an irony that the war had ended during the start of spring, with new life taking form in nature, the people also make their new lives, the birth of a new world.
We check the map before leaving as usual, guessing approximately that it would take us just over another week to get to Entrevennes.
Departing the celebratory town behind us, each step felt more relaxed, I no longer feared the consequences of escaping the w