The past is never dead, it's not even past.
~William Faulkner~
Silvio
The devil must have been roaming around, or the gods were angry at the world, I thought, standing in what must have been the hundredth small makeshifts of a house listening to the loud thunderstorms terrorizing the earth. It's sounded like the heavens were about to open up and cover the earth with wrath, but I did not care as long as it took all of us, but I refused to die alone in a foreign land because I was afraid of facing a man my son's age.
"Are you sure it's safe for us to go back?" Dino asked again. I was beginning to get angry at consoling him. A grown man should be able to keep his feeling of fear to himself. "Im not sure, but I will not hide again," I replied, turning to face him
