an old show. abt the War. abt Jews. ... abt the War.
about the children in a church, and the Jews the priests were hidding. about children feeling the reality of the war.

din get to watch the first half, sister wanted to watch some lousy drama serial. plenty of them these days.

shall i call it a nice show? good film?. it seems to have brought back to me the familiar feeling of dejectedness and profound sadness. to see the valiant priest, the confident german soldier, the resigned Jewish boy, the small incomprehending-comprehending french catholic boy.

the war the war the war. and hindi shows of dancing prancing, and serials where i fall in love with you, you fall in love with him, everybody falls in love with everybody. (and harry potter)
la guerre la guerre la guerre.

what is life like to not know these, nor to care. does it make me better, does it make them worse. when historians look back, decades and centuries into the future, perhaps they will weep at the religious violence in these days. and they will make films and write stories. and they will mourn for us, and vow not to make the same mistakes. and they will wonder what was it like to live in these days, under the fear of terrorism, in the midst of silent nuclear proliferation.

and perhaps they will meditate upon nuclear bombs, suicide bombers and aeroplane crashes as we wondered upon muskets, chlorine gas, trench warfare and U-boats. the only clear progress, seems to be technological advancement.
ever thought of what the humans in Africa or India were doing while most of the human race was bombing itself to bits.