“ The wars were both past and still present. There were things he would never forget. For a long time after coming home, crowds put him on edge. He couldn’t help to be vigilant. In restaurants he sat against the wall, facing the door. No matter how much he tried to relax, part of him was always ready for an attack, like an itch that could not be scratched.”

His words, i hope he´s ok and some part of him can turn over this. He was just having fun with his family and to have his worst fears turn into reality is something that i can´t even think about!