Dimensions: 8 x 5
My life and the first time I saw a person die. One time like in the year of 1967, my old aunt carried things to sell in the market as was her old custom in the countryside. That day she arose at six in the morning, put fruit into her basket and then walked out of the village on her way. Just as she arrived at a place where there was a small stream and she stopped to rest, an airplane saw her and shot a smoke bomb at her. She was afraid and then as she sat there her body was hit. Blood came out everywhere. She decided to run and just as she arrived at the house, she died. Before she could say any last words. Her children and her husband were most angry that they had lost her so. Everyone was disconsolate. After that day no one ever went to the market anymore.