Beneath Torn Roofs: When Survival Becomes Inheritance, and truth a Weapon

INTRODUCTION There are places where rain not only changes the weather but it also brings memories that are so strong that they refuse to leave. In one of those places a boy was born into a family that by right should have protected him. However, it was the very first structure of his suffering. His parents died at a time when he was not mature enough to grasp their absence, and the rest of their world was soon changed by the hands that called themselves protectors. >In that household, affection was dependent on certain conditions; silence was limited by some rules; survival, on the other hand, was discovered through the means of endurance rather than care. When their children came, the boy who had previously been the one to fill their void became, in a way, a totally different person: a person who was unwanted, inconvenient, and simply disposable. And then he was thrown out. >It so happened that the same boy came back, several years later, to a world that had ceased to recognize him. Not, to be sure, as a victim. Not, to be sure, as a son. But, in fact, as something associated with a secret structure concealed beneath the very fabric of the society, an unseen system, comprised of secrets, betrayals, and lies, very carefully and thoroughly maintained. >It's a narrative on how the past doesn't just die, the boy who survived it is made to the choice of whether truth should destroy the world that made him... or become the power that rebuilds it. Sometimes the roof does not fall down at once. > Beneath Torn Roofs When survival becomes inheritance, and truth becomes a weapon