Building Peace in the Minds of Men, Women and Children
Poem
My Doll
Far beyond seven hills,
Far beyond seven mountains,
In Slavonia, in Vukovar,
A doll cries.
She cannot be heard
Because she is very far away.
She cannot be seen
Because she is very far away.
But I hear.
This doll is mine
It is she who cries.
Hide my doll
So that they do not take you hostage.
Hide between the pieces of my book.
Hide.
Anon (girl aged 7 displaced from her home by the war in former Yugoslavia)
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Read by Paula Jáuregui (aged 8)
Music
Je Pleure (I Cry)
Stone Flowers, Music Action International
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My Doll
Paula Jáuregui (aged 8)