my jaw just fell wide open the whole time....
i wasn't even expecting to lose myself while watching Thích Quảng Đức (burning monk)
but halfway thru, immediately after the flames enveloped him....my jawbone, and my cheeks just started spasming violently....i was gasping for air, i thought i was laughing...until tears flooded my eyes immensely.....
me and buddies were just discussing how much sheer "mindpower" it is to carry out such a feat.... he probably died in a state of inner-peace while meditating....
"As he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing people around him.[" - David Halberstam
Child crawling towards an United Nations food camp, a kilometer away....the vulture is just waiting for it to die, before it feeds on the soon-to-be corspe....the photographer who took the picture left her dying....in an interview, "he(photographer kevin carter) sat under a tree for a long time, "smoking cigarettes and crying".
"It was while covering the Vietnam War for the Associated Press that he took his best-known photograph – the picture of police chief General Nguyễn Ngọc Loan executing a Vietcong prisoner, Nguyễn Văn Lém, on a Saigon street, on February 1, 1968, during the opening stages of the Tet Offensive" - wikipedia
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