Carta

Diary

It´s February 18 at midnight, and I don’t want to go to sleep. I'm too tired and worried and nervous to do so. I'm tired of having to takecare of all my six children, exhausted to be working in my husband’s desk in the office of that big building that seems to control the mayor partof the economy from nowadays. This job is taking years out of me.

This past Monday, I received a call from him informing me that he was about toenter a “little” war. I didn’t worry because I thought he had the possibility to survive but I was truly wrong. The next day, I received awell-written card from one of the commanders in war telling me that my spouse got hurt with a grenade. I believed that I was going to fall in depression butI've been struggling to maintain an order.

I'm nervous because I know he is arriving in these coming days. I wont know how to react and what todo, cause I haven’t experienced this before. The government even came asking me if I wanted to serve as a nurse in war. I neglected this cause it’sa job I wont survive to, its harsh seeing all this people covered in blood yelling for help in the little white beds they had for them there. Ican’t see all that blood wrapping the floor entirely. I can’t watch all those misery lives asking for forgiveness and news about their loved ones, I can´tsee broken hearts.

It´s already 2 in the morning and I am coming to believe that I wont get too much sleep. I'm going to try and sleep some.