Exactly. I went to a sad war to piss off my parents. One Grandfather had delivered letters. Another had been in the 10th Australian Light Horse Regiment of the

Exactly. I went to a sad war to piss off my parents. One Grandfather had delivered letters. Another had been in the 10th Australian Light Horse Regiment of the Australian army and last great horse led assault of the First World War. I could not rebel by taking drugs. Both my parents went to wars. My parents had been famous journalists. My mother had broken the the story of the Heroin problem of the Australian army. My dad broke countless stories. All wars are nasty. I went to Sarajevo in the 1990's. This was a war of the break of communism (in a way) of Yugoslavia. This was a war that was accessible from a 3 hour flight form London. Upon arrival I phoned both of my parents courtesy of of a CNN satellite. But I was lucky. Somebody pointed a gun at the car I was driving and missed. Another day somebody pointed a gun at the tank I was hiding behind. They missed. The weird part of this story was that I was escaping the production of a violent computer game which I was meant to be helping with in the marketing. Where I went was very scary. In the computer game you never missed. In real life you just partied. All of this to piss my parents off. Am I mad. The weird bit, was that marijuana was cool in my parents eyes, but war was not. There was neither the understanding in why I went, or why the war had happened by anybody. I still feel cut off by this war. I lost the war. I started to believe that there should be no distance between the developed and developing world. But in the end no matter how strange the first world was that the developing world people will still fire guns at you. Having said that. I have more true friends in the developing world than the developed. What makes me feel sad is that us as humans are basically the same.