That night, I dreamt of hungry children fighting with dogs for the leftover food, being killed by low-flying bombers. People with hardly any flesh carrying similar people to overcrowded hospitals. Those with empty stomachs filling themselves with dirty water and trying to sleep in the open.
And fatty, over-dressed people dancing to the loud music at a glittering wedding venue.
"Find another groom", I sent a message to my potential father-in-law the next morning.
