 When my brother disappeared, we moved heaven and earth to search for him. I am still searching for him. He left when he was 14. If he is alive today he would be about 46. We just want to know what happened to him. I gave birth four months after he left Ethiopia. You see, you can imagine what happened to me. My heart is broken. He was the only one who took care of me and understood me. He found the land. I don't know how I am going to raise these kids. I sold everything I had to search for information. The sense of loss never leaves you. Living one's country in the midst of violence and losing contact with one's death or losing a family member brings all sorts of negative memories. At first I was trying to look for them but my situation made me stop. I was thinking if I find them, then what? I don't have any money, a place to stay or anything for them. I want to know where they are and if they are well. Many people don't have any idea how to even begin searching. Where should I go? Who should I speak to? I was all on my own.