Comfort Kills
Written by Mark Yuray, Posted in Uncategorized
When I push the “On” button on my smartphone, the image that appears is one of a seaside Mediterranean cathedral. It is made of white stone. “It looks so pretty.” What the Americaness doesn’t notice is that behind the ghostly numbers telling the time, the cathedral is riddled with shrapnel. I know well enough, since I took the picture myself and poked the gashes and snarls of metal embedded in the doorway. Artillery shells exploded here within recent memory. Here, where German tourists now waddle around in flip-flops and souvenir t-shirts. Here, within fifty paces of the kind of beach described as […]
