The house used to be full. Today there is no one.
Except for my little niece.
She is really attached to me.
And there is my little nephew.
They are always at home, I always see them there.
But it's still not that much.
Before, when you entered the house during the day, it was full of noise.
"Be quiet!", "sit down!".
Kids would ask for change to go to the shop.
They would run in and out.
It was...
The atmosphere in the house changed?
We changed.
It changed. It is difficult.
I don't feel like it is Eid.
We used to spend Eid together with the kids.
When I went out I would take them with me.
We visited my sisters and my aunts.
Now, there is no one left.
There is no taste to Eid, or to life.
We are living just like that.
It is just an appearance, nothing else.
You look like a man
but inside there is a gaping wound.
The problem is that when I don't get out of the house,
the memories haunt me.
You can't...
get away from it.
I lost many members of my family,
my closet family. I mean my wife and kids.
The family was big.
If at least my wife had survived,
it would have been easier to cope with the situation.
But my wife is gone and the situation is so difficult.
As I told you, today I was driving some people to the sea.
They saw the pictures and asked "are these your kids?"
I said "yes".
One of the guys knew that my wife and children were killed during the war.
So he said...
...his kids...
A woman [that was with him] asked "why did you put the pictures here?"
The man told her "his kids and wife were killed during the war."
After some time,
I started to feel the loss, that now I am alone.
Like today, when people talk about the war, my children...
I start to remember them.