Bullets flying past me, getting hit on the head and knocked unconscious to waking up in a smelly trunk not knowing where I am or even who I am and realizing I am in serious trouble. I had never stood at the spot where someone was killed and breathed his or her last breath. Escaping, evading my captors, meeting, and forming friendships with some unusual homeless people on the street, still determined to find my way back home. I felt dizzy, disorientated,...