When I look out at this concrete city now, where for a part of my life I experienced pain and grief, joy and friendship, it comforts me to think that if I talk about our time together, Camile doesn’t just live on in me. Instead, she lives forever. While so many children disappear, die, and are forgotten, her name will live on, and a part of her story will live on through me and my tale. I know that she would have wanted the truth to come out. And the truth was that the military police, the ones who were supposed to protect the people, cleansed the neighborhoods of street children. Hearing
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