The Indonesian military knew the roads and we didn't. At the end of a long ravine was a village, from which people emerged slowly and with unsmiling, diffident expressions. It was a 'resettlement centre'. My village was the last Fretilin base to fall in 1979. Only in the last three years have some of us been allowed to return home, but we can be moved again at any time.
People have to pretend that everything is okay.
That is part of finding a way to survive. But a human body and mind have limitations. Once it boils over, people just come out and protest and say things which means they'll wake up dead the next day. I suppose you can compare us to animals. When animals are put in a cage they always try to escape.