There was a time when people had hope and there were large groups of people who reached out to be kind helpful and bring peace. Where Justin lives it never happens. There are bombs going off. There are people to protect. Justin’s days are long and it not clear who is friend and foe. Life must be very confusing for him. This would be new, strange and maybe lonely. He didn’t always live in a war zone.
How many Justins are there? Does he get to listen to music? Is he warm? Is he cold? So many questions.