I actually realized once in Kosovo, when I watched a man break down, that bullets are actually hardened tears, that when we don't allow men to have their girl self and have their vulnerability, and have their compassion, and have their hearts, that they become hardened and hurtful and violent.
De hecho me di cuenta en Kosovo cuando vi a un hombre quebrarse, que las balas son de hecho lágrimas endurecidas, que cuando no permitimos a los hombres tener su 'yo chica' y tener su vulnerabilidad, y tener su compasión, y tener sus corazones, que se endurecen y se vuelven hirientes y violentos.