When hatred whorls across a continent, it envelops people, daily life, it cuts off limbs, flattens villages, burns down buildings, and pushes hard against hope, belief. It is difficult to imagine the degree to which the world can turn upside down, and most of the time those of us not amidst or recovering from such destruction, don’t. We should. Not because it’s pleasant. Not because it’s easy or righteous. But because it’s the truth.
One long analysis on reporting […]
“The only hope for Liberia […]
“Bendu Sando metamorphosis was rapid […]
An evangelical institution for drug […]
In the Bombuna Mountains, in […]
Teene, former child soldier, aka […]
A group of women “tired […]
Morie was the only survivor […]
Logging in forest sanctuaries to […]
In the ‘loyalist’ area (across […]
“God was good to us, […]
In the rebel area with […]
One madman completely naked masturbates […]
A master narrative on violence, […]
The battle cry of the […]
He travels incognito wrapped by […]
vom 23. bis 27. August 2018
beim 38. Erlanger Poetenfest […]
vom 13. Mai bis 5. November 2017
Kunsthalle in Emden
Emden ist […]
“Dieses Heft sollte es nicht geben. Wenn es mit rechten […]
