I tell myself every day: Don’t die. Don’t get tired. Check on the children. Look for water. Check if there are any holes in the tent so the water doesn’t leak in. Then stand up—don’t die. Don’t you dare die from some silly illness. Resist. Save your tears for a more painful day. Don’t you dare say, “I’m tired.” Look for food. Don’t be afraid of the bombing. Gather your things and flee. Set up a tent. Flee again—don’t get tired. Write, and then write, and then write. Write your own death with your own hands—don’t let anyone write about you. Live, and don’t die.