It rained for the first time in January 1945. I remember that day very well … There were explosions everywhere. I was surrounded by dead bodies. The stench of blood made my knees want to buckle, but all I could do was run and that’s what I did. I ran till there were blisters on […]
The best thing about being a writer is the ability to live vicariously through your own imagination, with no boundaries as to how you behave on paper. And having a good excuse to read as many books as you like in the name of “research”.