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Who is Adona
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Adona |
Adona
was given fifteen minutes to find her jacket and her shoes before "soldiers"
burned her house. At ten, she walked 80 kilometers without food and water to the
Macedonia border. She's waiting to go home. Adona's five year old brother is
hiding in the Cicavica moutain range. He sleeps under a tractor and chases stray
chickens during the day, hunting for eggs. He bathes in a mountain stream;
he's usually wet, often hungry, and almost always terribly afraid. Adona hid in a farm with her sisters. At twelve, she walked from Czechoslovakia back to Vienna in front of Russian soldiers. Then, everyday she went to the train station, searching the box cars for her father. When he returned, her daily journey was to the doctor for his morphine. Adona sailed on the St. Louis. He was turned away from Cuba and the United States. He was returned to Belgium and died in Auschwitz. He died again in Rwanda because his family belonged to the "wrong" tribe. A month after the Persian Gulf War began, she died in a bomb shelter, attacked by the USAF. The military did not know civilians were inside. Adona starved in Bangladesh and then again in Somalia. He lost his leg to a land mine. He was cut down by a machete in Indonesia. He hid in a hole dug in the floor of his home and watched as Chinese soldiers slaughtered his family because they were Christians. He died in Tibet. His village was burned by CIA trained Guatamalan soldiers. Adona was burned by a mushroom in Nagasaki. He rode a buffalo through agent orange to plant rice for his village. Her family was purged by Stalin, and she was sent to a youth work camp. She watched while her cousin was shot down by a rival gang and screamed while her school mates were fired upon by a fellow student. He played with his father's gun and accidentally killed his best friend. Adona and her three children were turned away from a Salvation Army shelter in Washington, D.C. that let her husband sleep there for the night. They slept outside in a park, huddled together sharing their jackets. Last night, Adona slept in a bomb shelter with a wet handkerchief over her nose and mouth. She wears a target pinned to her sweater and stands on a Danube bridge during the day. Adona lived at the Santa Anita race track. Her father and brothers fought for the country that built the barbed wire fences that defined her boundaries.
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