This is a detail from the main piece which I feel is beginning to say what I want it to say.
A survivor's story of one of the bombings, children trapped in a burning building who managed to escape and live.
For some years after my time in Belfast, I would sometimes wake at night and have to go through my experiences, one after the other, until I could find rest to sleep again. Now, to do the work I am producing, I listen to others' stories again and again while I work on the sound track and do my stitch, words that make up a litany of survival and pain.
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