In the main room fighter planes hung from the ceiling with huge propellers. Tanks of many shapes parked in various places shone with green paint. And the largest bullet stood straight up, looking to the sky. But this was dwarfed by the massive bomb in the middle of the atrium, visible from all balconies.The above extract is short, but it gives you a sense of her perspective. I was reading through the comments she'd received, and especially liked the following from Michelle:
And I can't help but think, that is not the stuff of life. Manipulated metal and explosives are not the stuff to base our memories upon.
"Let the sight of rubble be forever present before the leaders' eyes so that the flame of peace will light constructive solutions in their minds."I certainly hope so.
So can we forget (or forgive) war to the extent that we let go of victim/perpetrator status but remember it to the extent that we are motivated to make peace?