De oorlog in een man

This man we call VJ. Is it his real name? I don't know. I see him almost every day. Sometimes he walkes into our shop in the morning, for a coffee and a chat. He's kinda shy and very polite. Sometimes we see him again in the afternoon, and then he is drunk, very drunk. His legs can barely hold him then, and his English is almost impossible to understand. Today we had a neighbourhood fest, and VJ was there too. A little to the side of the partyplot, out of sight from the people. He was with some buddies, and they were drinking away. VJ had a good time, he was dancing and in a world of his own. I got my cam out and started taking pictures, he looked so happy I could't resist. When he noticed me he gave me a big smile and the thumbs up. Why does he drink so much? To forget. To forget how his entire family was killed before his own eyes back in the war in Craotia. That's why he drinks. I can't blame him. Dance VJ, please dance.....