In this black-and-white photograph, five children can be seen running on a street towards the viewer of the photograph. All of them look quite malnourished and seem to be fleeing from something. The boy in the foreground on the left side of the picture has his eyes closed and his mouth wide open in a look of despair and immense fear. The girl in the middle of the picture is naked, running away with an expression of fear and distress on her face. A young boy and girl, following her on the right side of the picture, are holding hands as they run. The smallest of the children is following behind on the left side, slightly turning back towards the four soldiers following them. Unlike the children, the soldiers, who are loosely holding their guns, look fairly relaxed. Empty fields spread to each side of the slightly wet road and the thick smoke in the background covers the sky.
Kristina, Sandra, Markus
At 7 o’clock in the morning
the penetrating ring of the alarm throws me out of my bed in a state of shock.
7 o’clock, that’s the usual time for me to throw back my covers and crawl out
of bed in order to prepare for morning classes at the Department for
Translation Studies. I skip breakfast, on most days at least, and get on my
bike so as not to be late for my 8:15 class. I sit through several courses and
fight to stay awake through most of them. During my break I try to catch up on
some homework or go to Billa to fetch
a quick snack before my next class starts. I come home in the evening, exhausted
from a day spent studying.
As soon as I open the door, however, I feel the
exhaustion fade away, simply by looking at my flatmates, who are luckily also
my best friends. We often cook together in order to save money and time. While
eating, we catch up on the latest news in our lives, most of them directly
related to our university lives. At midnight I go to sleep, waiting for what is
going to happen the next day at ITAT.
