All the conflicts I have been to, from Afghanistan to the Congo, from Somalia to Iraq, Uganda, East Timor, Darfur, and the Nuba mountains, the violence in Syria beats it all. The brutality of this conflict is impossible to stomach. The memories of the dead, the wounded, the fear, the blood, the suffering steals your sleep, it occupies your mind. The corpses. The dead and traumatized civilians. The blank stares of terrified children. The lack of food, electricity, water, and aid. The constant fear of air attacks and snipers. The pain of losing friends and colleagues. The loss of words when Syrians ask you why the world is watching, why no help is coming—not even a truckload of aid. I am ashamed to be a representative of a society and country which answers the calls with complete indifference and ignorance. This happens on our watch. What happened to the promise "never again," the empty phrase the world came up with after the horrors of the holocaust and conveniently forgotten in Rwanda? The consequence of this inaction is to prolong the bloodshed. Shame on us! And to all those who agree on a policy of indifference and who think this should not concern us, I say: Go fuck yourselves.
Carsten Stormer is one of those brave reporters who cannot help but go there, for the good of the people. He lives in the Philippines.
Cover design by Evan Twohy. Cover photo by Carsten Stormer.