certificate.
They existed almost entirely outside of official society.
They were born into a world whose existence most people were unaware of.
For the first time in their lives, the children were surrounded by strangers who wanted to help them.
But the aid itself was frightening.
It was the youngest children who had the most difficulties.
They didn’t understand why people wanted to separate them.
For the authorities, it was necessary to place the children in different homes.
For the children, it was yet another loss.
The barn was their whole world.
The other children were their family.
Their language.
Their protection.
Their only connection to something familiar.
And when the social workers tried to take them away one by one, something happened that shocked everyone present.
The children reacted together.
Not violently.
Not in an aggressive manner.
But with a unified sound.
A deep, rhythmic cry that witnesses later
