The Girl Who Smiled Beads: A Story of War and What Comes After by Clemantine WamariyaClemantine Wamariya was six years old when her mother and father began to speak in whispers, when neighbors began to disappear, and when she heard the loud, ugly sounds her brother said were thunder. In 1994, she and her fifteen-year-old sister, Claire, fled the Rwandan massacre and spent the next six years wandering through seven African countries, searching for safety--perpetually hungry, imprisoned and abused, enduring and escaping refugee camps, finding unexpected kindness, witnessing inhuman cruelty. They did not know whether their parents were dead or alive.
When Clemantine was twelve, she and her sister were granted asylum in the United States, where she embarked on another journey--to excavate her past and, after years of being made to feel less than human, claim her individuality.
MOVING CHECKLIST & HOW TO MOVE OVERSEAS
SHORT STORY: IN ANOTHER COUNTRY
I have moved so many times in my life. Seven years later another move happened, this time to the U. I lived in America for 10 years. During that time I probably moved around more than most people do during the entire life. I moved from the East Coast to the South and then all the way to the West, spending a good chunk of time in 5 different states. And in each state, I also moved multiple times, either hopping from one city to another or changing apartments on so many occasions.
Well, so far I have only given you guys some tips and have shared my experience living in a flat with a lot of people. One important thing that you have no idea how it will be like after you move, unless you've lived abroad before, is your life. You leave behind all those things that are certain and go into the life of the uncertain. But isn't that what life is? A life full of uncertainty? One of my biggest fears had always been of not knowing what was about to come, therefore I hated surprises, changes or anything that took away what I thought was certain.
But we are adventurers at heart—we met backpacking in Europe —and the thrill of the unknown was stronger than the comfort zone. So we sold most of our belongings, bought three one-way tickets, and arrived in Phoenix, Arizona, with just six suitcases and a head full of dreams. Since arriving, there have been many highs and lows, tears and laughter, but after a couple of months we secured amazing jobs and brought our fantasy family home to life in L.
I immediately wrote it down, to see if I could get not just the events but the feeling of the dream into prose. Maybe I did, maybe not. In any case one of the characteristics of dream is that things do not explain themselves, they simply happen. Later I fleshed it out into a story. About half is from what I remembered of the dream, the rest invented.