Omran

Suffering war in Siria

Omran says nothing. His frail figure and his absent look says it all. His mind I busy with the memories of the last days and the time when he was rescued. He thinks life is so because it has known nothing, but the experience of last night, where the sibilant sound of bombs, despair of the family to safety and the cries of his parents and siblings, made him feel very afraid.

Abandonment. He's waiting in the ambulance, but does not know what or who to expect. Think of his friends with playing in the street when there is no danger, in toys made of metal and wood pieces that fill the imagination every day. Someone asks how he is, but is unable to articulate any sound. Back memories of that night and distress seizes him, but does not announce anything. Remember the street, in which only a few buildings left standing where they pretend to be others, to create a fantastic world where reality does not exist.

They carried his sister with him, but still locked in their thoughts, without any feeling change his sad and off face. What has lived has destroyed all the bridges that led him to communicate with others. Think of his mother, but in the distance, as if the memory trail off slowly. 

Many Omran populate this world. How to rebuild your world? How to restore childhood?