What Was Life Asking Of Me? How

I Felt As If I Were Riding A Pendulum. Just As I Would Swing Into The Abyss Of Hopelessness, The Pendulum Would Swing Back With Some Small Goodness.

I Planted A Seed Of Hatred In My Heart. I Swore It Would Grow To Be A Massive Tree Whose Roots Would Strangle Them All.

My Husband, Andrius, Says That Evil Will Rule Until Good Men Or Women Choose To Act. I Believe Him. This Testimony Was Written To Create An Absolute Record, To Speak In A World Where Our Voices Have Been Extinguished. These Writing May Shock Or Horrify You, But That Is Not My Intention. It Is My Greatest Hope That The Pages In This Jar Stir Your Deepest Well Of Human Compassion. I Hope They Prompt You To Do Something, To Tell Somone. Only Then Can We Ensure That This Kind Of Evil Is Never Allowed To Repeat Itself.

I Looked Down At The Little Pink Face In The Bundle. A Newborn. The Child Had Been Alive Only Minutes But Was Already Considered A Criminal By The Soviets.

We'd Been Trying To Touch The Sky From The Bottom Of The Ocean.