“You know what is really hard,” Maria said, her voice cracking. “The hatred I feel for the people who did this. They don’t care how precious are the lives they take. They only want to kill and draw attention to their own grievances. Maybe unconsciously they just want us to feel the way they do. And now I do. I’ve worked my whole life for health and for peace and now I’m full of rage. I can’t stand what they did to my friend—and I despise the person they have made me become.”
