My mother met Juldi when she had just fled from Liberia. A special relationship developed between Juldi and our family. She suddenly died in 2006, a few weeks after the birth of her second son. Luckily, we are still in touch with her sons. They often come to visit us for a few days, and they seem to really like that. Abdoul and Yasin are lively, westernized boys, both with their very unique personality. They still have little awareness of the turbulent history of their parents.