Tuesday, 19 November 2013


Usual tears are easy enough to hold back, and they are not often triggered by films or images very easily.

These are two images that struck a chord tonight. Without warning i was sobbing. Something about fathers and their children.

2002: A boy holds his dead father’s trousers as he squats beside the spot where his father is to be buried, surrounded by soldiers and villagers digging graves for victims of an earthquake in Armenia. (By Eric Grigorian)

 2003: An Iraqi man comforts his four-year-old son at a holding center for prisoners of war, in the base camp of the US Army 101st Airborne Division near An Najaf. The boy had become terrified when, according to orders, his father was hooded and handcuffed. A soldier later severed the plastic handcuffs so that the man could comfort his child. Hoods were placed over detainees’ heads because they were quicker to apply than blindfolds. The military said the bags were used to disorient prisoners and protect their identities. It is not known what happened to the man or the boy. (By Jean-Marc Bouju)

I mean i don't particularly enjoy how much my father likes to hold my hand, but im glad he does- and can. 

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