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The art of those children who have experienced a so very different world from our children (or our own) experience.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=132x1826478as it unfolds....or wait till we know the end of the story, is the question.

Taha, Age 13 or 14
“In the afternoon we returned from school and saw the planes. We were all looking, not imagining about bombing. Then they began the bombing. The first bomb
in our garden, then four bombs at once in the garden. The bombs killed six people, including a young boy, a boy carried by his mother, and a girl. In another place in the garden a women was carrying her baby son—she was killed, not him. Now my nights are hard because I feel frightened. We became homeless. I cannot forget the bad images of the burning houses and fleeing at night because our village was burned…”