![]() ![]() Ah, you might ask, what are you going to do? Not much. But we didn’t- because there was nothing we could do. Do something, to protest bombing of Syria. We should have all stopped going to work. As if using ecological products, being concerned about environment, fighting against animal cruelty makes me a better person. My heart ached when I looked at my own son but what was there for me to do? As I read Melmoth, I hated myself for not doing anything, sitting on my arse. ![]() Toddlers, children separated from their mothers. But I told myself: there’s nothing I can do. When I undressed Melmoth I was looking at myself, looking at how I felt when I saw the drowned Syrian toddler, Aylan Kurdi. I felt like I was peeling something, during reading it, layer by layer, to find the CORE underneath. ![]() If you ask me to review Melmoth in one sentence, I will say: Melmoth was a punch in the face. ![]()
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