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17/10/2005: "Lord of War"

The teacher was asked to help the man translate documents related to the purchase of a property in London. The teacher's family were dissidents who took refuge here. The man's family were officials from the same regime. The man was reflecting on his background and on growing up with relatives whose hands were wet in blood. The teacher was reflecting on how it had affected the man's perspective on morality - and probably the impact on her own relatives too. The two met, as they both needed each other. One gave the other some of the blood money that had cost both of them so much - and so many others who never saw its colour, other than when it was taken from them, in labour camps, "factories", worthless "shares" and through other means.

I've seen Lord of War the other day. It's very good - and real, too. My kind of humour: black with no sugar.