Introduction
In one dreary morning, I, the pupil of
kindergarten #2, became an IDP; to be more specific, I was forced to become
an IDP. In several hours, I lost my friends, home and happy childhood.
I experienced the horror of hunger and cold. At age of 6, I realized words
"peace" and "bread". The vision of endless flow of
people worn out from hunger and cold and the taste of a piece of bread
I clutched in my fist will never fade from my memory.
Nino, 15 (displaced at age 6), Georgia
Internally displaced persons, or "IDPs",