As time goes by here in the wet, depressing days of Britain, I’ve been sitting alone in a broken down apartment since 1995,  because… there’s no point, what’s the point of leaving when you get soup served to you every day? 

I guess it’s bad for yourself not to get out but it’s just the fact that I find it hard to move, when I’m mentally scarred from war. 

But today is the day, the day that I finally have the courage to get outside.

There it is, a statue in front of me, telling a heartbreaking story of war.

AMBER