Writing my memoir was like reliving the woe, the odious and utterly disastrous days all over again, a task that I had underestimated. During the writing period all became so realistic and many times I felt like a derelict reeling to escape falling into an abyss, just like when I was a young child during WWW ll, when the war was raging through Europe, killing people, destroying everything in its path. My country had been subjected to many audacious times,…..