Publisher's Synopsis
The field was singing the coldest wind through our souls. Many kids were burning with fever. Some of us fell and slept in the middle of that area forever. We were holding our coughs, trying not to make any noise while passing through this open meadow when one of the older adults couldn't take it and started to cough. Breathing heavy, he fell to the ground. All of us started running. In a second, artillery shells destroyed our unity and exploded between us, then machine-gun shootings began. They didn't see us clearly in the dark, so they just sent a rain of bullets on us. We were tired enough to give up and just die and rest in peace. This earth doesn't seem to have any consensus on it, so why not die and finally be at peace? But I had to run for Lena, Lars, and so many more kids.
