THERE WILL BE NO STORIES TODAY

There will be NO stories TODAY.

Tomorrow might be the same.

You keep asking me why I don’t post ‘stories’ anymore. And you must have noticed that this time my stories are very sparing.

The situation here is very difficult now. Tense. Unlike the moments prior, the space for freedom is ever narrowing. Sitting in a basement makes it hard to take many pictures, counting each second with bated breath makes it hard to write stories.

War consist of moments. They are terrible, they are unforgiving. And yet, at war, there is also warmth and the beauty of vulnerable moments. The scariest part of this tale called war is the understanding that even though it may hold everything, these moments of gentle warm are fleeting. As you reach out to embrace them, all you see is the fierce face of war pouring into you, leaving you cold and trembling.

And still.

And yet.

MyMenMyGiantsMyHeroes.

#24hoursatwar