The canals were there, and the trees, and our apartments, but the things we had taken for granted seemed like treasures to us now: books, bread, cake, aunts and uncles, cousins, a holiday, a river, a future. When we looked in the mirror, we didn’t understand why they didn’t see what we saw. Why were we considered to be so different? Were we not like them? That was when we began to wonder how much longer we would be safe.
