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DNF’ed at 80’ pages. I really wanted to like this, but just couldn’t get into it. The writing is very haphazard and scattered, with the author often writing in fragments. I found it difficult to follow or connect with the writing. 
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Saldaña, through this work, humanises a group of people who have been so often dehumanised. She shows their lives both before and after seeking refuge, the life before when they were just doctors, musicians, farmers, mothers, fathers — before war and destruction came. Though of course selected, the book does do a good job at eliciting sympathy and empathy. It also delves into the theme of memory and remembrance, showing how whole worlds are destroyed in the blink of an eye and all is left in only memory and story, the things they carry. It makes you reflect on the impermanence of your own society, culture, relationships, the world that seems so permanent nowadays which could be gone tomorrow. 
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A heart-wrenching yet poignant collection that breathes humanity and familiarity into some of the worst conflicts of our time.  It reminds us that every refugee has a story to tell, and that the even the mundanity of daily life is significant and worth remembering when those memories are all thats left from a home they were wrestled away from.

Road trip audio book. not sure why I cannot find the ISBN for the audio version. Very interesting listening to the stories of refugees from Syria and Iraq. Some of the stories are of people that Ms. Saldana knew while she lived in Syria before the war. She learned of others and then traveled over several countries in order to interview or re-interview them after they immigrated. The loss of families, homes, livelihoods, careers, possessions, religions and even languages are so sad. But to hear of the resilience of these people makes me hopeful. As they hold on to their stories through music, memories and sewing they preserve some of themselves and their history.

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