Poems and more by https://padlet.com/sarah_litschi/xlyfn4ifdw7n Made with a strange mind en-us 2016-09-18 17:29:22 UTC 2016-09-18 17:32:42 UTC hello@padlet.com "Chapter Zero" - Lord of the Flies by William Golding         Breathing was hard. It felt like the air had more weight and now it pushed my lungs down to my stomach. Breathing was so hard when you are trying to focus on it.Just breathe I said to myself, breathe in and out, like you did before.Before? What was before this moment? I knew what happened, but could it be real? Was the explosion at the airport real, was this light real that came withit and where is my dad? What happened to all these people standing there, saying their last goodbye to their sons and daughters? Did they know it would be there last goodbye? Did the know they would die but their children would sit in this plane with me, alive? Did me father know? Forget about it, focus on now, on this moment.There are children in this plane who are a lot younger than yourself, focus on their lives, focus on surviving.Where would we go to? I could live with my aunt, but what will they do? Do they have relatives to go to?Stop thinking. You don't have to look after them, I whispered to myself. You are not responsible for their lives just because they are sitting in the same plane as you do.Weird what thoughts are going through our minds when we lost it all.No one to call anymore, no one to ask for help, so many people are sitting in this plane yet they are all strangers.  sarah_litschi https://padlet.com/sarah_litschi/xlyfn4ifdw7n/wish/124576848

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