We didn’t want to go to sleep.
We just wanted to get up and go.
That night, the moon rose above the forested mountain slopes of Peru, a stunning sight.
I had never been to the Amazon before.
This was a time when the world’s biggest rainforest had been cleared and the forests of the Amazon Basin were being burned to the ground.
I was at a remote campground in the jungle of South America, which had just been declared a disaster zone.
I didn’t have any money, and I had no idea what was going on.
It was dark and I couldn’t even hear what was happening in the campsite.
I couldn´t see anything but the trees.
The next day, my brother came to see me and we spent the night in his tent.
I woke up the next morning, only to realize that I had been sleeping with the moon.
The sun had gone down and the rain was already falling.
The first thing I saw were the beautiful, blue-eyed fairy girls on the ground, walking down the hill.
I wanted to hug them and hug them again.
It seemed like forever, but when I finally got up and walked to the campground, I couldn.
The moon was shining, and the forest was beautiful.
The only thing I could see were the trees, and they looked like the trees I had seen the day before.
The girls in the tent were all lovely.
I could tell they were really happy.
They were all so beautiful.
I walked back to the tent and saw my brother again.
He had a huge smile on his face, but he was crying.
He looked like he was about to cry.
I hugged him and we hugged for a while.
We cried together for hours.
Finally, I told him, “It´s over, brother.
I love you.
I can´t believe it.
I wish I had a camera to capture the beautiful night and the fairy girls.
But you have to know that I love them.
They are my friends.”
I had the greatest night of my life.
That morning, I was a little confused.
My family was not happy with my decision.
They told me, “You´re not going to be happy.
You are not going home.”
I thought they were joking, but I knew that they knew something was wrong.
They kept telling me to stay in the camp, to stay away from the girls.
My mother told me that they were going to kill me.
I just couldn´te believe it, and when I saw my mother on the television the next day saying, “My son was shot by the army,” I thought, “What are you talking about?
He wasn´t even fighting.
He was helping the girls.”
So, the next night, I went to sleep and fell asleep with my face against the ground next to the girls in their tent.
They had a big kiss on the cheek.
I thought that they would give me a hug, but instead they put their hands around my throat and I heard them say, “Leave me alone.”
They kept trying to pull me out of the tent, but eventually they got me out.
The army had been sent to the campsites.
When they went into the tents, I heard a voice saying, They will find you soon, I said.
They ran me into a house, where I was forced to beg.
My aunt, who was the only one who knew the truth, gave me a letter from my mother saying, My brother was killed by the soldiers in the army.
My father, who had no information about the army, was trying to get me out and was asking my mother to send me a taxi to a friend´s house.
I told her that my brother was my friend.
She was afraid to go there because of the army´s presence.
I still had nightmares and nightmares about the girl in the forest who had given me the letter, and her body.
She had just died.
I cried so much.
I tried to explain to my aunt that my sister was my brother.
But she was so upset that she couldn´tm believe it either.
I wasn´tt about to go back to my family, so I left the camp and tried to get my brother back to his family.
I went home, and for a week I was afraid of going back.
I wouldn´t go back because of all the things that had happened to me and the things they had done to me.
So I stayed at home.
On the last night of September, I had to go home.
I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and washed my face.
I felt so bad because I was so scared that something had happened, that my whole family had died.
But I couldn`t cry.
All I could think about was that