During my time as a combat journalist, everything that was not in line with the party line was to be taken as either enemy propaganda or a poorly timed joke.
Then the inevitable happened, and I was wounded.
During my time in hospital, I began to see things from a rather “yin” point of view.
Suddenly, all of the lunatic ravings of the physically and mentally infirm began to take on a profound meaning for me.
“Isn’t there anything I can do?” I asked my doctor. “I want to regain my strength.”
“No. All you can do is to report.”