A peaceful existence in a quiet village, where every morning began with the singing of birds and mother's breakfast, collapsed overnight. Despite a modest life, you received a good education, preferring books and walks in the forest to virtual entertainment.

But suddenly, one terrible morning, the idyll collapsed. Explosions under the windows drowned out the singing of birds, their deafening roar meant only one thing - war had come to your home. Fear squeezed your heart when your parents, faces distorted with horror, screamed that you had to run. Strangers, hostile people had invaded your village. Grabbing only the bare essentials, you rushed to run. Military vehicles rushed around, tanks rumbled, shots tore the air. Screams, crying, panic...

Three days of flight, but one day, in an open clearing, you saw them - enemy troops. Again, flight, endless, exhausting. And then you heard the shots... the shots that ended your father's life.

Your parents, nodding sadly, ordered you to run on, without looking back. Through tears, through pain, through growing fear, you continued to run, feeling the chills go down to your bones. Exhausted, you found comfort on the riverbank, devastated by grief. Suddenly, a soldier in uniform with a native flag on his shoulder appeared on the other side, interrupting your despair with a rough voice: "Hey, girl... Where are you from?"