When I met him that year, he was already in his forties. The oath he made to me was: You are my woman and I will always protect you.
When I saw him again after many years, Dudu in his arms looked very much like his eyebrows. He touched Dudu's face with trembling hands, his eyes were dim and moist, and he said goodbye again.
Dudu's father came to see us, mother and son, and said he would take us to settle abroad. I finally made the decision that there was no way out...