Imagine you're a child, maybe 8 years young, riding in the back of the family car, your parents up front, your siblings pressed around you. It is dusk and you are making for home. Suddenly you hear the all-too-familiar pop of gunfire. Your father slows down but keeps driving, afraid to stop. Perhaps you turn to a sibling and ask what is wrong. But before anyone can answer, the war invades the thin cocoon of the automobile.

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