"We didn’t ask for the l’malheur but it came, it tortured us, brought us to the brink of many deaths and at the edge, the brink of death’s door, it threw us back out into the world. Some of us inwardly may scream but l’malheur forces out the one voice emerging through heart’s tunnel into a hoarse, hushed whisper. The memory is actually a symphonic, theatrical on-going play, historia. It was initially; it is now. The witness must forever tell of his experience to remind one of 'justice'."
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