The noise of war

It could be a photograph of a mild summer night in a big city. Coloured lights, people with their love stories. But it is only a sad snapshot taken during the evening news on SRF, while the bombs fly towards Tehran and Tel Aviv, both ways. Sirens and fear.

It could be any city, really.

Yes, they are flying again — the bombs. Once more the “logic of the stronger weapon” is in charge, the logic of power and of money. A new arms race, rearmament … diplomacy at an end.

The photograph is only a small piece of evidence of how “other people’s madness” enters our living room and leaves us powerless.

When will we turn around and look for the true peace that is not of this world? When will I turn around?