In impeccable French tinged with an accent, the voice sometimes wavers but holds firm: “Mr. President/I am writing you a letter/That you will perhaps read/If you have time. » This is the beginning of a declamation from The Deserter, the famous pacifist poem by Boris Vian, which continues as images of Gaza reduced to nothing parade. “I have just received my military papers/To go to war (…)/I don’t want to do it/I’m not on earth/To kill poor people. » Words of humble courtesy which, almost whispered, take on a heartbreaking meaning as the scenes of devastation follow one another on the screen.
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