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They billow out in huge red smoke, and tear up the ground.

The flying boat struggles.
The engines catch fire, and start coughing in pain.

We fall.
When we hit the ground, everyone is gone.

It is only me, Mama, and Ganwar.
All the trees are dead, the ground is dotted with blood and dead bodies.

Here there are many tents.

A man named Dave
says he will help, but I can't speak.

All that comes out of my mouth is white clouds of steam that disappear in the sky.
Dave brings me to a land of sadness and cold.

Here there are rows and rows of brick houses.
Ganwar and my aunt are there.

We wait.

SLEEP STORY II
(From Ganwar’s point of view)

I am playing in our village.
Kek is there.

He is high up in the acacia tree, believing he can fly.

A man, he says Dave is his name,
tells me to come.

The world turns upside down.
Dave tells me to say, Airplane.

I speak, but nobody hears me

The militia comes to take away our men.
I try to run, but I fall.

I fall with my aunt to a dead land.
The acacia trees and all the great oaks turn grey, and they shrivel up.

The world is white, covered in flakes of cold snow that bite my skin like angry flies.
I try to speak again, but, still, nobody hears me.

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