War Diaries

“His death took me by surprise. One week later I went to Erbil. I found a territory in war, without war to be seen. The landscape passed, hastily. Language, people, time and space, all mixed together. I found traces of others, saw some traces of myself, on stories that were left untold.” Luís Brás “His death took me by surprise. One week later I went to Erbil. I found a territory in war, without war to be seen. The landscape passed, hastily. Language, people, time and space, all mixed together. I found traces of others, saw some traces of myself, on stories that were left untold.” Luís Brás “His death took me by surprise. One week later I went to Erbil. I found a territory in war, without war to be seen. The landscape passed, hastily. Language, people, time and space, all mixed together. I found traces of others, saw some traces of myself, on stories that were left untold.” Luís Brás “His death took me by surprise. One week later I went to Erbil. I found a territory in war, without war to be seen. The landscape passed, hastily. Language, people, time and space, all mixed together. I found traces of others, saw some traces of myself, on stories that were left untold.” Luís Brás