Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their wings with glory, liquid flame— No, no, not that,—it’s bad to think of war, When thoughts you’ve gagged all day come back to scare you; And it’s been proved that soldiers don’t go mad UnlessContinue reading “Repression of War Experience. A poem by Siegfried Sasson.”
War journalist Tiziano’s son, Folco introduces his father way of thinking, living, and.. dying. Folco tells, also, about his life experience with Mother Teresa. Grown in New York and China, Folco went to look for gurus in Hymalaya and recorded last memories of his father in the book “The end is my beginning”.