Do we have ever wondered what does a war mean?

I remember thousands​ of stories that my grandparents used to tell me: sacrifices, rubbles meanwhile the earth shaking, the stomach that talks about a deep vacuum, an immense abyss in the eyes and tears consumed in the fear of not being able to survive until tomorrow …

War is suffering, deprivation and mutilation: it turns off your soul and kill the body.

War is unreasonable, is faulty of presumption, ‘cause it makes no distinction …

War always seems distant, if it is across the barricade, it’s just far away…

Well, I think the war goes on while distracted we stand, broken up by misleads, and by that blood that’s not ours, only of others …

War is the importance we do not give to life and freedom, a chariot of death full of demons.

I look around…

Life here goes on, courage and dignity feed the Afghans…

About war and life, soon on the blog.

@Blogjuls in Afghanistan

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  1. Dear friends, that’s my first time in english, trying to translate my article without losing the meaning… I hope you appreciate. Lots of love, Juls

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