There are moments that I wonder if it was worth all that intellectual effort to discover and decipher, to get secrets from others, but from now on, nothing remains, well, surely my reports will be somewhere, they might serve for something in the past, but what it is today, everything is obsolete material, history of espionage if you can call it that.
I still remember that thin man at the community doors, having passed the indescribable, with a great strength, and with the sole purpose of sharing his experience to be a living testimony of his faith.
He wasn't seeking the recognition of others, nor spread the ideas about the horror suffered, his message was very positive, in the face of adversity, in the worst place and moment in which a human being can be, with so much famine and despair
