"[..."I went to the bathroom, I saw the ax leaning at the door on the outside porch. I went straight to it and came back with it in my hand. I faced the brute, he smiled, and said to me, So you found it eh. We both laughed and I killed him. I went upstairs. She had her baggage ready. I drove his truck, she sang all the way to Cliff Crete town. I finished the book, it was a success. At the end a bomb fell and everyone died except me and the neighbor’s girl"...]"
"[..."When the little boy and his friend the young fighter arrived at the war zone, the young fighter stopped the car, pulled a beautiful new gun with a silver colour and holds it in his hand. It is a shinny gun and can make many empty shell the little boy shouts with joy and smiles to himself"...]"
"[..."A heroic death, yes a lovely explosive death. War finally came and offered her that prospect. Combat and war, she was surrounded by its smell, a smell of powder, of screaming cadavers, of lightning, [...] All of it made her secretly cheer like a spectator in the bloodiest arena of all. Gore! Now it was the human turn to be butchered, stabbed underneath brilliant red cloth that is held, waved, and danced by strong, graceful arms"...]"