what if 5475 days of statless, countryless was a dream, A dream brought forth by a horror movie which had been playing for 16 years, where fathers bury their sons and mothers bury daughter, and uncle swept upon the gravys of anuts. what if I would end this dream with a mere plink of my eye. And go back to a time when my brother spoke somali and sister were the crown jewel of the family conceal from the slightest disrepute.

Remember the blue sky and the white star