Kerstin Aguilar

Peace

It was summer. It was hot. We did, what we always do, when it is summer. And hot. We were kids, living in a small town, with not much to do. We were the ones, that were left over. The ones, whose parents could not afford to take us on a trip to the rest of the world. The ones, who did not know what it felt like, to sit in an airplane for hours, only to spend a week or two in a country, where everything seemed foreign. We were the ones that stayed home.