I was drafted in this war on Ethiopia, but I insisted to stay. There were hundreds of thousands of casualties on both sides, and all of them were on TV, together with the usual dialogues about the ethics of war, or the politics behind it. I happened to be on the backstage of a talk show which, that morning, was featuring African dancers with gold overalls. The manager said they come from Ethiopia. I held one of his hands between my palms and said I was sorry, and cried.