The Trauma of a Five-Year-Old Child

I remember hiding in cellars from the Dili Rock as the bombs, in shellings when I turned, before I turned five and we moved to Pakistan. The journey that we took from Afghanistan to Pakistan was through mountains and valleys at night time on donkeys and horses because refugees or people from Afghanistan were not allowed to leave through the normal borders. We did come under the attack three times and I do remember on one occasion being hidden in an oven set in a floor in the village in Afghanistan when they baked bread. That's where my father hid me - he knew that we were spotted by a spy plane and the jets were coming but he said son if anything happened to me you will take