One of the most luminous moments in my life was in 1988, when I was talking with a small boy in his room. Another small boy came in, and I was introduced with the words: "This is Ingrid. She is also a survivor."
That moment is etched in my memory with a sprinkle of Tinkerbell dust: Time stood still, and we savoured that feeling of kinship, of belonging, of seeing each other and being seen.
This blog is for them, and for all others who need to see and be seen.