Ghastly pictures, appalling stories, and a vast number of casualties and death – when people hear that, they often think of an incredibly poignant subject. A subject which is ambiguous, a subject which moves everyone – war. ‘War’ has a lot of meanings, and over the years poets and politicians have described different sides of it.
I have just met Eva, and she has just agreed to the plan of taking different quotations as our point of departure. We are sitting in a canteen amid several different noises; noises which are caused by other students, the voice from the caretaker, beefing about the fact that someone forgot to clean up after lunch (if he knew who it was, they would be in a serious jam!), the clatter of kitchen equipments coming from the canteen, and finally there is the sound of the pouring rain.
We are sitting opposite, and even though the interview about war should have been started a couple of minutes ago, we are both glancing at the weather – a gloomy and nippy weather. It is bucketing down, and even though it is daytime it is a bit obscure. She is fiddling with her ear rings while we are listening to the rain. Both of us are looking at the sky; I guess we want to believe that every cloud has a silver lining.
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