Really the only story to tell in war is how to live without fear.
Womans work
The twisted reality of an Italian freelancer in Syria
By Francesca Borri
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.........we pretend to be here so that nobody will be able to say, But I didnt know what was happening in Syria. When really we are here just to get an award, to gain visibility. We are here thwarting one another as if there were a Pulitzer within our grasp, when theres absolutely nothing. We are squeezed between a regime that grants you a visa only if you are against the rebels, and rebels who, if you are with them, allow you to see only what they want you to see. The truth is, we are failures. Two years on, our readers barely remember where Damascus is, and the world instinctively describes whats happening in Syria as that mayhem, because nobody understands anything about Syriaonly blood, blood, blood. And thats why the Syrians cannot stand us now. Because we show the world photos like that 7-year-old child with a cigarette and a Kalashnikov. Its clear that its a contrived photo, but it appeared in newspapers and websites around the world in March, and everyone was screaming: These Syrians, these Arabs, what barbarians! When I first got here, the Syrians stopped me and said, Thank you for showing the world the regimes crimes. Today, a man stopped me; he told me, Shame on you.
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Had I really understood something of war, I wouldnt have gotten sidetracked trying to write about rebels and loyalists, Sunnis and Shia. Because really the only story to tell in war is how to live without fear. It all could be over in an instant. If I knew that, then I wouldnt have been so afraid to love, to dare, in my life; instead of being here, now, hugging myself in this dark, rancid corner, desperately regretting all I didnt do, all I didnt say. You who tomorrow are still alive, what are you waiting for? Why dont you love enough? You who have everything, why you are so afraid?
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