But life remained unstable. “You just huddle in one place, then flee when you hear the enemy is coming. It’s a miserable life. We had no work at all.”
Despite the instability, the family made the difficult decision to return to their home. When they finally returned to Sheraro, they found devastation: “When we returned from Sheraro, we looked for work, but we couldn’t afford rent.”
They survived only by relying on others: “We moved in with relatives and used corrugated iron to make a door, we were just existing there in a state of distress.”
Their home offered no safety. “We lacked a place to sleep. The house had no door, and we lived in fear of the soldiers.”
Even basic tasks were difficult: “There were so many problems. Even for water, there was no transport. We had to carry everything on our own backs.”
His children struggled too. “My children were so small then,” he says. “The eldest used to always talk about our old home.” She remembered the life they had lost: “She would talk about the Tekeze river. We had a good life there with our own belongings. Life was full back then by the Tekeze.”