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Before everything collapsed and became a bloody silence, I was able to observe for the first time in my life: a baby bird being fed in the nest by its mother. In my improvised and clumsy hide, I attended the meal of a survivor destined to remain silent. He was shouting: " Mom, I am hungry. " She, shouted: "Help: why, human." The balance had been unbalanced again.
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