Had there only been the protectorate and colonialism, everything would have been simple. Then my past, our past, would have been simple. No, Mr. Sartre, hell isn't others. It is also in ourselves.

And when not a bone or a tooth of my people survives, you, you will live on. You, my earth. No one will conquer you. No one will kill you.

We are slowly going to appropriate their vigor and then their life. Very slowly. We have time!