[She speaks lowly:] I hate it here. Nothing matters - the Malnosso mess with our minds and our hearts and we die and come back in a week and lose pieces of ourselves-- people come and go and there's nothing we can do about it--

And then people come from home and it's like - what do we do with them? We can't treat them like we're at home but we can't just forget either. I hate not knowing what to do.