Memory liberation

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The first month after the massacre ended, winter came quickly, and heavy rains fell, longing to embrace the earth. They washed the roads clean of the blood that stained its asphalt, but they did not wash away the orphanhood that swept through the camp and the neighborhood.
None of its inhabitants found a remedy to cleanse their memories of the bleak past; none of them found an antidote to curb the flow of images of the massacre that insisted on being present in all their moments.

Ellen was searching for anyone who could uproot the deep-seated sorrow that plagued her, disrupting her peace of mind; anyone who could, even briefly, disable the fear that was a constant companion to her heartbeat and breath; anyone who could eradicate the oppression that coursed through her veins, indifferent to her childhood, and that disturbed the purity of her being and the humanity of her existence.