author - "Alastair Macleod"
“Are not our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan really a form of tourism, and our Aid missions in Africa?” “How can you say that?” spluttered Freda. “Isn’t it true we are getting sensory inputs from these things? In the case of war - fear, adrenalin ? In the cased of Aid Work - a sense of nurturing, caring, feeding, the need to be needed? “It’s a very cynical view,” said Birna. “He has a point,” said Allan Bitter, “let him continue.” He had a soft spot for Andrew. Both had similar backgrounds;
"the sound of women’s laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface. She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights. In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light
“Are not our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan really a form of tourism, and our Aid missions in Africa?” “How can you say that?” spluttered Freda. “Isn’t it true we are getting sensory inputs from these things? In the case of war - fear, adrenalin ? In the cased of Aid Work - a sense of nurturing, caring, feeding, the need to be needed? “It’s a very cynical view,” said Birna. “He has a point,” said Allan Bitter, “let him continue.” He had a soft spot for Andrew. Both had similar backgrounds;
"the sound of women’s laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface. She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights. In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light