This Work Is A Torture On The

I Can't Sleep. There Is A Woman Stuck Between My Eyelids. I Would Tell Her To Get Out If I Could. But There Is A Woman Stuck In My Throat

History Never Really Says Goodbye. History Says, See You Later.

Nothing Can Be Defined Or Derided On The Basis Of Its Origin. The Important Thing Is What Is Done With It And How Far A Community Identifies With Something That Symbolizes Its Favourite Way Of Dreaming, Living, Dancing, Playing Or Loving. This Is The Positive Side Of The World: A Constant Intermingling That Produces New Responses To New Challenges. But Because Of Forced Globalization, There's A Clear Trend These Days Towards Uniformity. This Trend Comes Largely From The Ever-greater Concentration Of Power In The Hands Of Large Media Groups.

I Am Not A Historian. I Am A Writer Obsessed With Remembering, With Remembering The Past

Most Of Wars Or Military Coups Or Invasions Are Done In The Name Of Democracy Against Democracy.