I am a notebook, and my memory is full of darkness and dirt. I have seen the confusion of the soldiers and the tears in the eyes of their families.
I am very light, only a few thin pages of paper. I am so heavy, so heavy that I carry the most lovely person in the entire era.
My mission is to record the martyrs. I hate it every time it is opened, and I am afraid every time it is recorded again. I look at the red crosses after the names, and I swear to protect their names to the death and let their souls rest in the clamped paper.
Intention: Be grateful to every life that has been alive, dedicating the youth you should have, and fulfilling this life for you and me.