One of my children was sitting in the livingroom.
Her face was showing deep concentration and as she didn't react to the glass of lemonade in my hand I put it on the table without saying and left.
A few minutes later she switched on the TV and watched the news.
After an item about war she switched it off again.
Silence again.
Then suddenly I heard her calling me.
"Mom... mom, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"Why do grown up people ship tanks to a faraway country, and throw bombs. Why do they kill a lot of people and destroy their houses... and then tell us they bring peace."
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