Yawning, I open the curtains of my bedroom. Before my sleepy eyes, unfolds a world bathed in sunlight. Curtains are a kind of dividing line between two opposing worlds. My bedroom curtain separates the sleeping world from the harsh realistic outside world.
I’m still a bit drowsy in the kitchen. Chewing on my breakfast, my thoughts go back to the curtains. In the present, there is an invisible curtain between the terrible violence of war in…
