Fresh Air

FICTION:

I took a helecopter to an outer down outside the DMZ's perimeter. It felt wierd not having to be aware of your surroundings as much, put down your guard; I didn't even have a guy riding shotgun. Made me uneasy. It was great though, went North and saw a plethora of people it's been months since I've seen. Tomorrow it's back to the DMZ, but you know what i've realized?

Every warring country/city has it's own personality with the civilians, and eventually if you spend enough time in there you get intergrated into that personality. You become part of the DMZ. I'm still getting the handle of driving a shift car in the most dangerous city in the world, but you know it'll get me into the schools I need to get my degrees and finish my internships.

I guess what's the most shocking to me is how different the world the world of Journalism and the world of civilians is. A Journalist would have died for the oppurtunity I have now, and civilians would die to get out of the DMZ for good. There are people who can't even get a ride in the helecopters and risk the roads into the DMZ through the outskirt towns and forests where predators of man and beast lurk. Maybe I'll skip out on a helecopter ride tomorrow and walk it, get a soldier escort of course. Sweet dreams kids.

FACT:

I had a NFTY event this weekend which was mad fun, (Northern Federation of Temple Youth) and I'm almost hired by Sportsography which is part of Lifetouch, so go me. I have school tomorrow and I'm shooting a few stories for Colonial Corner, which is our school TV station. It was nice to see all my friends again and I've realized distance is really at the heart of most teenage problems. Damn you distance.

Peace and love kids.

"Currency is the currency of the world.
And when currency controls the country, well it's a funny thing. Think about how many people die for a piece of metal, or a piece of paper. It's an astonishing process".