Even though the fighting has moved away the aftermath of violence remains. Going home from work the other night I was held up and robbed. A man darted out of the shadows to my rickshaw, snatched my bag and ran up a dark alley. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead and put valkyries to shame, but no one came to the rescue and my passport and papers are zone. My only comfort imagining the annoyance of the thief when he discovered that he had netted only twenty cents!
"Yes, as a war correspondent I'm a rabbit, but now it's over I can truthfully say I wouldn't have missed it for anything."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.