Emancipation of memory

October 16, 1982, the first month after the massacre ended, winter came quickly, and heavy rains fell, longing to shake hands with the earth... They washed the streets of the blood that stained the asphalt, but they did not wash away the souls of the orphanhood that swept through the camp and the neighborhood. None of its residents found a medicine to cleanse their memories of the bitter pangs of the dark past, none of them found an antidote to stem the flow of images of the massacre that insisted on being present throughout all their lives... Ellen was searching for anyone who would uproot from the depths of her heart the anguish that crouched, disturbing the tranquility of her being, to disrupt, even for a short time, this fear that remained a partner in her pulse and breath, to wipe out the oppression that ran through her blood, indifferent to her childhood, clouding the purity of her self and the humanity of her existence.