« I don't know what to say in front of this white sheet. A storm is singing just above me. I can see the rain crashing on the floor. The flame of the candle I hold is near an end. Tne window of the dark room where I am is broken, so the rain is slowly invading the floor.

I have slept in this abandonned chamber. It was tweny years ago.

I can remember this day in 1942 when my mother ordered me to run in this bedroom and close it with a key.

I did what she said. A few minutes later, I heard my mother scream, and this sound was like a knife destroying so hard my already broken heart.

It was the last time I've ever heard and seen my mother.

Mom, I want you to know that I will always love you.

Today, I'm gonna join you in the sky, where the war doesn't exist and peace is true. »

And the sound of the gun split the night.