It seemed as though lifetimes passed while she crawled on her belly across the ground away from the town. Finally when she reached the cover of the forest she continued to keep low even in the shadows of the night. She was cold and alone. She did not know where her mother was. She had seen her father and her brothers taken away. She did not think she would ever see any of them again. Still she went on. She hid by day and crept furtively through the forest by night. When she heard the sound of voices she hid as only a nine year old girl could hide.
The first part of this story is paraphrased slightly from an article in the November 2010 Srebrenica Genocide Blog but the scenes agree too closely for comfort with the story she told me.
David Byler a.k.a. Canovals