There are no words really for the depths humanity will go to, to make money. I have such an urge sometimes to go and live in a hermitage in the Himalayas, away from everyone. I was pregnant with my son, living in South Africa as a UK expat, when this story hit. My in-laws had been holidaying and visiting family in the UK and were at the airport due to return to SA. The airport was bedlam, the community grief palpable and the flight back extremely sombre. All for a fucking photograph, and no justice. I'd rather be an amoeba sometimes than admit I'm human.
There are no words really for the depths humanity will go to, to make money. I have such an urge sometimes to go and live in a hermitage in the Himalayas, away from everyone. I was pregnant with my son, living in South Africa as a UK expat, when this story hit. My in-laws had been holidaying and visiting family in the UK and were at the airport due to return to SA. The airport was bedlam, the community grief palpable and the flight back extremely sombre. All for a fucking photograph, and no justice. I'd rather be an amoeba sometimes than admit I'm human.