Faces all around. Faces more than you can count. Tired faces, scared faces, faces that are hungry and without hope. Bodies stinking of sweat and blood, punctured by bullets, blown by landmines and robbed of their integrity. Clouds of smoke visible from hundreds of miles away. Rising from the fire which burnt the place they called home. People catching their breath, the ones fortunate enough to flee alive successfully from their homeland. The very land which never recognized them. Maybe the land accepted them but the ones who controlled it never did.