brrrring brrrrring. . .brrrring brrrring. . .

I remember them fondly, the long distance phone calls with the echo . . echo. . .echo. . .

I was a little kid and this particular phone call was from my dad.

BANG!

"What's that noise in the background Tata?"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Oh it's nothing beba. . .     . . .     . . .I'm just watching the fireworks"

I feel guilty that it has crossed my mind that I have no "personal" involvement in any wars, now that my parents are no longer journalists.

But I do, because I am still a person even if my family chooses to be safe now.

Little Blue Lada