it is not the first time for me to be a spectator observing a war.
I had been to the killing field in Siem Reap with thousands of skulls
stored in a large plastic cylinder as the country has insufficient land
to bury all of them.
I had been to the Holocaust Museum in Berlin with the triangular chamber
floored with iron tiles in the shape of a skull. When you step on top
the colliding tiles will make shivering noise.
I had been to Auschwitz the first concentration camp on earth where a
whole tank of blonde hair are shown as if they were masterpieces put
together by the greatest artist on earth.
But i had never been that disturbed
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