Month: December 2016

Aleppo

I can’t sleep tonight. My brain doesn’t want to stop thinking. I’m mad, and I’m sad. On a French Television show, a journalist has been talking back and forth with a man from Aleppo for the past few months, I  can’t remember exactly how long it’s been, but this has been going on for quite a while. Tonight on the show, they aired the Skype conversation between the two. The man explained the ever escalating situation; how he escaped last night’s bombing, how his friend’s mother had died. He wanted to call now, as “maybe it was the last time.” This man is a hero. He didn’t want to leave his town, and now he is dedicating his life to help his people, saving those who are trapped under demolished buildings. Yet, nobody is talking about it. I’m mad because I’m here, in my bed with my computer I was able to pay for because of a summer job I had in a comfortable office. I am safe in my city, in my country, despite …