We were twelve, now we’re five brothers and three sisters whose histories and dreams were shared and made us what we are now, stronger and persistent, carved within us. Everything was so complicated and tough, but we had each other in our infinite particular.

The stories were told to us as tiling and an old puzzle of how men are built out of nowhere, only the incessant toil of the day in day out makes us true citizens, rooted by life. It was the old man who taught us in a rough way, never be weak, never let things put you down, keep your head up and the old woman kept repeating the same brave speech: Let us wake up early; who gets up early does not lose the life’s opportunities.