The next day he got up and he didn’t know what to do. Unfortunately my father wasn’t there. He took his backpack ready to go. I remember my mother and my grandfather holding him back by force. My mother said, “Slim you’re not going anywhere – John will be back tonight and will know what to do.” I remember they held him by force. I was a 15 year old girl. I remember this tall lost boy, who didn’t know what to do.
My father came that night and the next day he took him to a monastery outside the village.
