![]() In the silence, he dropped his head into his big hands as though trying to stop the images crowding in. ‘Don’t pretend to understand or…’ he paused. He re-iterated the point again, a few minutes in. His opening line about me not bullshitting him by pretending to understand him was both a warning and a plea. He had come, not because he wanted to, but because he had been told that there was no other option. When he did, he broke into so many pieces that he did not believe that there was anything left. For this reason it had taken an equally unimaginable amount to break him. Here was someone trained to tolerate more than most of us could ever begin to imagine. ![]() The ‘bullshit’ line was how he began, the man in front of me who had seen too much. Finding ways to understand that we cannot understand
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