War is also the day after the war, when the noise stops. It's the day when what looks like a bald old beggar is helped down from the train returning from the prison camps and the small boy asks his mother: 'Is that my dad? Does he live with us?'


The Observer, 6 September 1998


War is also the day after the war, when the noise stops. It's the day when what looks like a bald old beggar is helped down from the train returning...

War is also the day after the war, when the noise stops. It's the day when what looks like a bald old beggar is helped down from the train returning...

War is also the day after the war, when the noise stops. It's the day when what looks like a bald old beggar is helped down from the train returning...

War is also the day after the war, when the noise stops. It's the day when what looks like a bald old beggar is helped down from the train returning...