a few feelings

Nikki 2022-03-21 09:02:52

First of all, a tribute to the humanitarian aid workers working in the refugee camps! They are really noble, and any words of praise are pale.
I am very fortunate that I live happily in a peaceful place. The life of refugees is shocking.
The Ethiopian refugee camp is desperate, there is no light in sight, there is no hope except for the wells.
It's always civilians who suffer in war, whether it's the Khmer Rouge or Chechnya.
Finding true love and working together to fight for your beliefs is also the happiest thing in life, and the heroine dies without regret.

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Beyond Borders quotes

  • Nick Callahan: Are you wearing perfume... in the fucking desert?

  • Sarah Jordan: Why do you never say my name?

    Nick Callahan: Sorry?

    Sarah Jordan: You never say my name. Why?

    Nick Callahan: pauses - What's the first thing you do when you get a cold?

    Sarah Jordan: What?

    Nick Callahan: What's the first thing you do when you get a cold?

    Sarah Jordan: Uh... chicken soup, aspirin, scotch...

    Nick Callahan: You never just have the cold?

    Sarah Jordan: I don't know what...

    Nick Callahan: interrupts - Taken nothing. Just have the cold?

    Sarah Jordan: No

    Nick Callahan: No, and that's us, right? We drown it. Kill it. Numb it, anything not to feel. You know, when I was a doctor in London, no one ever said 'medahani'. They don't thank you like they thank you here. Cos here they feel everything, straight from God. There's no drugs, no painkillers. It's the weirdest, purest thing - suffering. And when you've seen that kind of courage in a li... - pauses, tears well up -... in a child... How could you ever want to do anything but just hold him in your arms? You remember that boy in London, JoJo?

    Sarah Jordan: Yes of course

    Nick Callahan: He was my first save, 10 years old. So thin he could barely stand. But he still found the strength the bury the rest of his family. We have no idea what courage is... He used to write me little notes. He helped me in the clinic. He was good. He was sweet, he was good. He wanted to be like me, I liked that. I mean, it was silly and childish, but it made me feel good about myself. So I took him with me to London, you know, my talisman, my courageous Africa... - pauses - How could I be so bloody stupid? How could I be so totally selfish? The point is... he was my friend. He had a name. So now I HAVE to remember him. If everybody I lose has a name...