Talking about clowns, I red a short story about a clown some time ago. The scenery: the Persic Gulf war. Don't ask how or why, a clown is just in the middle of a battle, hidden on a trench, between the two sides that are fighting at the moment.
He doesn't know how to escape, and his time is expiring, each second counts. So, an idea appeared suddenly in his mind: he's a clown! He can get dressed as a clown, who can shoot to an innocent? Who can kill a clown?
Pushed by his own and obvious fear, he get dressed quickly, and get out from the trench, just at time to see a soldier smile, and shoot, at the same time, on the other side, the "mirror" of that soldier do the same. The clown died by two shoots. There's ppl without any kind of care 'bout nothing.
Isn't a funny story of clowns, indeed. But I liked so much, it's a great methapor, isn't it?
|ngenius (Reading...)