It started to rain, the traffic stopped completely… for a long period of time, we didn’t move an inch… the rain and the hail begun and continued… it was cold and muddy and very wet outside, the traffic stopped but may people kept walking, we could hear from the darkness the voices of men shouting at their family to keep moving, .. we heard children moaning and crying and protesting that they can’t walk any longer, they were begging their father to stop.
‘please stop’ they would cry, ‘take us home, Baba’
I couldn’t see them… but I hear them as if they were inside the car.
The rain got heavier as the thunder, lightning and hail came along.
we can hear the hail falling like rocks on the roof of the RV…
Some of them tried tirelessly knocking on our doors and windows to let them in, ‘please, just take out children, its cold and muddy, they will die out here, please let our children be inside please’
it was painful for my father to -at some points, tearfully apologizing to them they he can’t, if he have room he would..
He welcomed few men to enter to believe with their own eyes that there was no room for a single extra person in that RV.
He would tell them, this is designated to accommodate 3 adults, but see, there are 35 people here including an elderly blind woman and a severely injured young man.
Please understand, I can not accommodate anyone here, please understand, I am really sorry.
….((( forgive me folks, this is very emotionally hard for me to recall & relive… allowe me some time, and I will continue))
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