BY VIVIAN COLOMBO Children running between bombs, children hiding in the alleys of death, children with a blank stare as if to ward off the pain that crushes their hearts, children with blood on their hands as they hug their mother or father killed by an unjust war, a war they cannot understand. Not only.…
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BY VIVIAN COLOMBO I walked the streets of the city when suddenly my gaze is resting on a joung mother who was holding in her arms her little baby born a few days. A small infant with arms and legs that looked like the little bones of a skeleton. My eyes rested on this baby…
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