The clatter of cows’ hooves echoed on the uneven cobblestones, as
a farmer herded two heifers down the busy streets. The crowded
streets were full of: cattle, towns folk, bicycles, children, cars and carts. The invasion of diesel fumes mixed with panic and fear in the air. In front of me I could see the potbellied mayor honking his car horn at a innocent woman with a cart.

People bustled and jostled in their panic to escape the advancing
soldiers. As I pushed my heavy cart, fearful people with children in
arms, pushed past me. Children were so terrified, you could smell
their fear. From a distance, I could hear tanks and lorries roaming
the town. I saw a weak woman searching frantically for her beloved
child. I was surrounded by the sounds of tears and despair. I felt the wind push me back like it didn’t want me to leave. As I was pushing my cart, I caught a glimpse of a weak, old woman carrying a child on her waist.