 when Hermann's score soared and pulsed beneath the delphonics, if you don't know me by now. I think I knew that someday I would write about another time when another war was being fought on a distant continent. In the past, it keeps returning like a recurring dream, a time so different, so almost unimaginable, so unlike the present moment, the best I can do is write. Maybe that was who I was. Maybe this is what happened.