I won't tell you much about the life I had before all of this shit.
It doesn't matter.
Everyone I knew, my family and my friends are dead.
Now I have a new family. We stick together. We help each other and we trust each other.
Growing up in this land , I thought I knew everything about it.
Oh how wrong I was.
So many different people, so much bad behaviour, so much pain.
Death is always with you. Everyday, from the minute you wake up till you go to sleep, closing your eyes.
Who to trust, who to let in, and with whom we can share what we have gathered?
The answer is very simple, only a few people and those people have to earn my trust.
So far, I only trust two other people.
One of them is Marta.
She might seems stone cold to some, but she is not. She does not take shit, she is clear in what she believes in and she has my back at all times. After I left everyone else, she is the only person I can count on. I might not know anything about her, we maybe do not have super deep conversations, but we are clear on what the goal is.
I had to learn to be quiet, I had to learn to share and I had to learn to shut my mouth. I am getting good at hiding my true thoughts about some people. It's straight up lying, but it is better to be friendly then to get killed. You have to know how to talk, you have know when to talk and you need to listen, like really listen to what people might have to say. Smile, have some nice words, make a compliment. Turn around and leave. Use the information for what you need and against those you want gone.
For a while, I wrote everything down. I don't do that anymore. People could and would use it against me, instead I keep everything locked in my head. Every local knows that our country is overrun by filthy foreigners that rape, steal and destroy our land.
They have no respect.