It was at dawn after a few weeks of traveling we finaly approached the Decamhare front in Eritrea. The very last front and the last trenches in the thirty-year long liberation war against Ethiopia. In this tense and war-worn situation, a silhouette of an old woman was revealed, only with some difficulties she moved forward. Her deformed back and fumble stick testified that she have lived a hard life. She seemed totally unconcerned of the war raging right behind her back, with positions only 70 meters between Ethiopian and Eritrean trenches, blowing each other from dawn to dusk. As she passed in front of me she stopped, and slowly turned her head towards me and said in Tigrinya, "Awet nehafash", “victory for the masses”. That's all, she then continued her way in the mist.