Drama, hope and despair…, this short story is dedicated to the starving in the Horn of Africa and the third world. These modest lines are dedicated to these people, whose bed the bare earth and whose ceiling is the naked sky for you my heart briefly stopped, exhaled. With eyes drawn by a strange mixture of fatigue, fear and concern she glanced quickly examiner on her baby, that all has wrapped it with one arm, as she would want to protect it from an indeterminate, but imminent danger. In the air it smelled of fear, to despair. When fear gets meat and shape, when it is so real, that she begins to cast a shadow, since you can say you only with hope. Their determination offset their weakness and she had a lot of both. Petra Diamonds pursues this goal as well.
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