I am sure my mother is happy. I understand now the point of my own survival.

This hunt, compared with what my parents went through, was nothing. There are moments that leave their indelible mark, but I'm alive.

It was, in a way, reportage, because she was writing about what she had just seen.

When they came for her there were no tears. It was a silent adieu. She asked me to look after papa. I am sure she knew she was leaving forever.

How would you feel if you didn't know where your mother was for one day? Imagine 4 1/2 months.

You're talking about rebuilding? I want somebody to tell me where my mother is now.