But the final documentary reminds you that it's all true.
The dark tone of the whole article, the real style of painting, makes the atmosphere more heavy.
A memory that I don't want to touch, I want to forget, but I don't want to escape.
When I heard the part about the airport, my heart ached.
"Through the window I saw all the planes shattered like a collapsed dragon skeleton, the mall was empty and looted long ago, the flight notices hadn't been updated for months, and then I started hearing explosions and loud noises. Shouting. I heard shelling in the city, and the explosion of air-dropped bombs landing. Slowly, I began to realize where I was, and I was scared and didn't know what was going to happen in the next second.
" In stark contrast to the casual tourist who fantasizes about himself.
war, death...
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