Almost a week ago I sat a five hours written examination for working at the Humanitarian Affairs department in the United Nations. I did not take it very seriously. I knew that it is related to stuff I was never involved before. But I managed to read for two days before the exams, justifying at least somehow my trip to Oxford. And I have to say I captured a pretty clear and systemic idea of the Humanitarian Affairs work. I think I even stand a chance to pass the exam. I developed persuasively the concepts of chronic vulnerability, natural distaster, conflict, drought, food insecurity, humanitarian crisis, human rights, action plan, death, priorities.
On my way back, on the train, however it hit me. Actually they hit me. The photos from the reports I have been reading. Photos of people giving you somehow context. I went through the reports again, looking only at the photos this time. And I realised ironically enough that this is a job I would like to do.
My ironically late realisation was accompanied by PJ Harvey, On Battleship Hill.
On my way back, on the train, however it hit me. Actually they hit me. The photos from the reports I have been reading. Photos of people giving you somehow context. I went through the reports again, looking only at the photos this time. And I realised ironically enough that this is a job I would like to do.
My ironically late realisation was accompanied by PJ Harvey, On Battleship Hill.
It is song which for some reason speaks to me in a very unique way. The videoclip is also a piece of art. For those who have read Fahrenheit 451 or have seen the movie by Truffaut, if a dystopian future is out there banning and burning songs (instead of books) I would be this song. Literally, like in the book. I would learn how to play the music, memorise the lyrics and practice it every day so that it would be preserved. They would call me On Battleship Hill.
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