"How come you’re so full of energy? You’re smiling, laughing, joking. Are you nuts? Here we are fleeing our bombed-out, flooded-out, burned-out city. We’re refugees and don’t know if we will live another day, and you act like were on a hiking adventure. Seriously, what’s wrong with you?"
"You’re right. Something must be wrong with me. I shouldn’t enjoy being a refugee. I too lost EVERYTHING. I should be a miserable, like you. I should be stressed, afraid, and concerned that I might not live through the day. Maybe there’s a psychologist among us. Tonight, if we’re still alive, I’ll see if there is one. Maybe he can help me be a nervous wreck like you. Then I’ll be good company.”
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