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Continuing the proud heritage of wartime journalism.

Dodging flying a fist of fury you pump round after round of 24f-stop, 800 speed panoramic from your Nikkon 35mm autofocus into the surreal surrounding scenery.

You've only been here a minute but already the terrain has changed. Makeshift barricades are erected and moved aside as the dive klaxon of the submarine cuts through the air.

What would Hunter S. Thompson do? Drugs, probably. He'd likely enjoy this more. You pull out your press pass and make a push for Nicholas's elves.

"U.S. Press, I'm on your side.Relax, I'm American, man!"

Like the Red Sea defenses open up before you where elsewhere they're impermeable. The front line is all noise but after a few lines of barricades there's just the low roar of a distant storm. You creep through the huddled trenches photographing the horrors of war all too ridiculous to be horror and too disorderly to be war.

"You American?" an elf chirps up from behind you, tugging on your pants leg. "Yeah" you say. "Are you coming to support us?"

"Yeah, you know how it is. The media always gets to the action before the troops."

He offers you a candy cane. You sit for a suck. It's actually suprisingly good, as candy canes go.

What is this madness? In all likelyhood a dream. Symbols from a childhood in the early 70's going toe to toe for your subconcious. Dosn't feel like a dream, but then again dream rarely do.

If you could find a map, or maybe some directions you could make a break for the front line, but is it worth going back now. You have a handful of photos, photo's of the century but what good are they if you don't have the story? Perhaps the story isn't at the front. What could be behind the layers of barricade. If they're holding a line what's behind it? What's worth so much trouble to protect?


Written by Damian K.

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