My survival depended on my ability to fight back. Later I would learn to use my fists, but this time I relied on my agility and ran in the direction of freedom. At some point, even the most fearless and cunning among us won’t be able to contort our bodies to escape a homo-hating person’s bullet or summon the courage to refuse a bottle of pills calling out to be swallowed. But throughout my life, especially during my childhood, I did all I could to survive.
