...so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We have to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
Literature is our ‘nicely polished looking-glass’ and sometimes there is so much theorisation, so much analysis in academia and so much beauty in the reflection, that we run the risk of staring at it to avoid having a look at the real thing. War is real and it is not made by governments, armies, the clash of ideas or interests… War is made by people.
These photographs were taken by Horst Faas between 1964 and 1965.