The Mark´s life in the refugee camp made him feel a lot of sadness, remembered the days when happy he played with his friends in the courtyard of his house there in his village. When the war arrived, they had to escape in military trucks, leaving everything. The mother and the father of him, desperate that day cried bitterly, the brothers of him and he without knowing well what was happening obeyed and climbed one of the trucks. In the distance he listened to the rumble of guns and the library of the bullets. After two hours of travel, he along with the neighbors of him arrived at the refugee camp. They ordered them to enter one of the tents that were already placed, in the cold soil some mattresses were waiting for them, there were no tables or chairs. Outside the tent they indicated a place where they could do their needs.
From the first day in the refugee camp the daily routine overwhelmed them, in the central courtyard some women offered a slight soup in which they filled them in a small metal container.
He felt now that he was losing weight, he longed for the meals of his mother and playing with the friends of him.
In the refugee camp a wall with wires prevented him from leaving, he peeked in the afternoon to dream in the future, he thought that he would soon finish the war. His thoughts were to return home to play again with the friends of him and go to elementary school and follow his studies.
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La vida de Marcos en el campamento de refugiados le hacía sentir mucha tristeza, recordaba los días en los que feliz jugaba con sus amigos en el patio de su casa allá en su pueblo. Al llegar la guerra debieron escapar en unos camiones militares, dejándolo todo. Su madre y su padre, desesperados ese día lloraban amargamente, sus hermanos y él sin saber bien lo que estaba sucediendo obedecieron y subieron a uno de los camiones. A lo lejos se escuchaba el retumbar de cañones y el repique de las balas. Luego de dos horas de viaje, junto con sus vecinos llegaron al campo de refugiados. Les ordenaron que entraran en una de las carpas que ya estaban colocadas, en el frío suelo unas colchonetas les esperaban, no había ni mesas ni sillas. Fuera de la carpa les indicaron un lugar donde podrían hacer sus necesidades.
Desde el primer día en el campamento de refugiados la rutina diaria les abrumaba, en el patio central unas mujeres ofrecían una sopa un poco ligera en la que les llenaban en un pequeño recipiente de metal.
Sentía ahora que estaba perdiendo peso, anhelaba las comidas de su madre y el jugar con sus amigos.
En el campamento de refugiados un muro con alambres le impedía salir, se asomaba en las tardes a soñar en el futuro, pensaba que pronto terminaría la guerra. Sus pensamientos eran los de regresar a su hogar para jugar nuevamente con sus amigos e ir a la escuela primaria y seguir sus estudios.
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