Painful silence

1961. We're leaving Algeria where I was born. I'm three years old. I have a loving mother, a sister who is close and an affectionate father. Yet I have so few memories left of this time! I felt the need to ask questions because in my family, we never talk about this period and I finally began to wonder if it was a figment of my imagination or if it had ever existed at all… maybe there is nothing to be said, unless perhaps the memories are buried deep down, where painful memories are hidden.