In my dreams every night I return with my family to our home. The river, the trees, our garden, our house and land. This will never be my home. I cried for two years when I came here first. I felt like a dead person during those two years.
Nothing is stable any more.
Our place is replaced with just pipes and concrete here. Our beautiful nature. My children are all sick now. The people don't want us here. We are like intruders to them.