In 1979 Nora Sandigo was a carefree 14-year-old with complete confidence and limitless dreams.
Living with her prosperous farmer parents and six siblings in Comalapa, Nicaragua, she ate the vegetables that grew on their land, excelled at school and wanted to become a lawyer.
“The town was my family,” she recalls.
“We ate together, played together, grew up together. It was a beautiful life. Like a dream.”
That life was destroyed overnight in the bloody Nicaraguan Revolution.
“When they came to our town, those were the worst days of my life,” Sandigo, 49, says.
“They started killing everyone. My father told me, ‘I want to be close to you, but you’re my little girl and I want you to be safe. You need to go.'”
Securing scattered havens for their children, Sandigo’s parents ultimately sent her to live with her older sister in Venezuela.
At the airport she clutched her pink childhood blanket.