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Dimensions: 5.5 x 9

Life as it used to be in my village. Before in my village, there was happiness and the progress of our work. No one was angry or lazy to work in those days. We always worked in our occupation. But then came the year 1966, and we had to leave our village and come to the shelters in the forest and make holes among the bamboo stands. We didn't have enough courage to come out and play. During the day we had to stand watch at the mouth of the holes and then when the planes came we had to run into the holes.