"I say, Why did we leave? What was the reason we left? I beg you to come to the forest with me. Just to see. The forest doesn't exist, you say. You let go my hands. There is no such thing

I say the pain in me was like windows breaking. I say we wrote our dreams in glass."

In Cuba I Was A German Shepherd - Ana Menendez

Wow what a powerful statement of the book. It just felt like it reverberated through me as I read it.