In today's Haiti, being a teenager is akin to being a bird in a cage, for the luckier ones. For others, it's a suicidal mission. Apparently, it hasn't always been this way. From what I hear, just thirty years ago, one could move freely without fear. The Champ de Mars was a meeting place of that time, not the off-limits zone where one wouldn't venture for anything in the world. There were open-air cinemas, large stores in the city... I'm just repeating; that's all I can do after all. I'm only sixteen; what do I kno
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