. One of the largest manufacturers of landmines in the world is the Fiat factory. Now all landmines are made of plastic. What a miraculous improvement! Now mines don't have any metal components, so they can't be detected. Fiat's board of directors and shareholders should be proud of their product, because there were so many women after the war And children, will be killed by the mines they make. Maybe Fiat can do the next business: making prosthetic limbs for the survivors, which must make a lot of money
... The Royal Decree Company in the United Kingdom is the same as IBM in the United States Make parts for this batch of mines. Of course there are many factories in France making weapons. It's a pity that these companies can't be satisfied with just selling cars, computers, etc.
" In the dialogue between father and son in "The Monk and the Philosopher", referring to the world The face of weapons manufacturers. (249 pages)
And the image of the former Princess Diana's anti-landmines is so touching. The good-looking Princess Diana condolences to the black-skinned child with missing legs, and the title is marked with the protest against landmines. (Angola, 1997)
But is this kind of flashback rate and reminders a drop in the bucket? (taken from daily mail.co.uk) When it comes
to war, most humans have never had the chance to do anything about it. And how did the girl in the photo cope with the wounds of the war?
Sometimes when we drink Coke and eat popcorn in front of the computer screen or in the movie theater, do we have such a thought?
The world outside Facebook is sometimes crueler than we can imagine.
In an unimaginable world, as an adult outside the world, I cannot understand the thoughts of the adults in this refugee camp.
Several elders from other villages stood on the hillside and shouted to the children , "Hey, what about the landmines in our territory? When will you send someone to clean them up?" children to do this work. The leader of the neighboring village said again: "Can these children be used? None of them are healthy, and they all have few legs and hands." The
satellite promised: "There is nothing better than them, they have nothing left Lost." Because of his disability, he fought harder and braver, and was able to remove more landmines.
I think children are "the hope of tomorrow", universal, regardless of race or nationality. Children in this war zone make a living by removing live mines and picking up warheads. The many deformed hands, feet and crutches in this group of children, like needles stuck in the eyes, can't bear to look at them for a long time.
Tragedy comes in its most unpretentious form. The children did not have a trace of suffering and sadness. Even with crutches, they still galloped quickly all over the hillside, chasing their natural fun of play. I worked hard to remove landmines and exchanged money. After the food was available, my colleagues at work were still my companions at play. Propositions other than survival, who can make sense?
As a foreman, the satellite arranged the livelihood of the refugee children, negotiated prices with arms dealers, and assisted in all technology-related tasks in the village, such as erecting the satellite dish to receive TV channels. Yet he, like the 15-year-old boy in our family, has a crush on beautiful girls. However, the girl in red with a clean face, with an undiluted detachment, has no expression in her eyes.
The younger brother on her back turned out to be the son born after being raped by soldiers, a 13- and 14-year-old mother and a 2-year-old baby. The bright eyes of the little mother will never face her blind son. And he deliberately lost the baby over and over again, causing him to suddenly go missing, hoping that he would disappear and give himself and the baby a freedom and a future.
The twisted mentality swelled in the little heart. Later, the baby's brother-in-law, her armless brother with the ability to sense, predicted that the US military would attack, and all the people in the camp left, but they still stayed. The brother-in-law insisted to take the baby with him, but the elder sister objected. One morning, my brother-in-law dreamed that the baby was immersed in the river, and my sister was flying down a cliff.
Predictions are tragic, but also real. The little ones at the center of the eye of the storm in the war zone, like the reed grass in the gust of wind, can't help themselves.
29/11/2014
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