Our house was bombed, and the roof fell in. We were sitting under the stairs of the basement, and we were quite safe, but it brought home the realization. In two nights 400 people were killed in small town.
It's a little weird exchanging pictures for money. You know what I mean. It makes me a little uncomfortable.
If it's never our fault, we can't take responsibility for it. If we can't take responsibility for it, we'll always be its victim.

