i see myself in gatagara, four years old, running naked trough the bamboo of our backyard with all my brothers and sisters. i cannot picture it this clearly, though. i know it happened. i´m so sure it happend. i know mucho happend. i know anja happend. markus happend. mama and papa happend to make me happen. but maybe i´m not this certain. maybe i was wearing a shirt and maybe it was palmtrees. mucho died in the genocide 1994. someone slaughtered him with a machete. anja died last friday on a heart attack leaving her son and theoneste. markus died 92.