The Treasure of the Buddha’s Cave


I’m walking home at night, with my brother. Overhead, military helicopters release anti SAMS flares. I wonder what’s going on. The night seems very misty, dark, and cold. 
We walk through an underpass, greeting stray dogs, and talk to a mother with two young children. She gets increasingly angry, until we’re worried about the children. The path we are on becomes narrow, and impossible to pass, I climb down a Buddha statue, and into a hidden cave. It is full of glowing, sacred artefacts. The children have been here before. A secret place, protected from shouting, angry adults. 

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