I haven't seen my home in 5 years.
Of course I've been fighting in my home for 5 years, but I haven't really been home.
It hasn't once felt like it.
Watching grief and deprivation encase the eyes of those long gone.
Watching horror and spite strike others.
Watching people lose hope...
Watching others take their life...
Watching how people simply couldn't cope.
I was floating through this world, completely and utterly, numb.
And it sucked.
But after 5 years of fighting, was I supposed to feel much more than that?
What was feeling anymore if you had no emotions to follow?
N o t h i n g.
I never thought that one day I could compare my life to a landslide, a forever tumbling, falling, absolutely horrid mess on a downward slope that never seemed to stop.
For 5 years now I have, and now I don't think that image will ever stop.
I'm numb and I'm tired of it.
How do I get out of this?
No one knew.
No one could help me.
I was raised to be able to do it all on my own.
But what if I tried so hard to help myself that it no longer worked?
Because now here I am, feeling, oh so numb to this crazy world we live in.
I want to feel again.
I want to.
But I don't know how.
If only this stupid war would just end.
- Natia Filipski, circa April 1944
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Landslide - Band of Brothers
Historical FictionPiano keys were her childhood, but the grasp of a pistol was her reality. Polish SOE Agent, Natia Filipska, has lurked among the rubble and the shadows of her occupied-Warsaw for years, ever since the war started and ripped her from the life that ha...
