- Dec 05
always feel the same arriving in a new city. Unfamiliar smells,
faces and facades sewn together unapologetically, forcing
me to dive head first in to adventure mood.
walk around the city gives me a chance to soak in the atmosphere.
As I amble past bullet ridden buildings, I imagine scared
faces, hiding behind thick concreted walls.
Did the ammunition find its target ? Or were the family spared
further grief? What did tomorrow bring? A visit to a crumbling
grocers across the street or the realisation of another imminent
tells me how life continued. We knew no different! We
lived our lives normally
at night we barricaded ourselves
in and waited for the inevitable shells to strike. Destruction
was revealed the next morning and the day continued as normal.
am glad that my normal is so less dramatic.
Ted Edwards, Oman
photo: Eric Wrisley, Ohio (CautionaryTale)