War doesn’t come with drones or drones here—it comes with empty shelves in the school cafeteria and a student in the back row who didn’t sleep because the militia shot someone outside his door at 3 a.m. I see war when a kid flinches at loud noises, when my daughter asks if the army on her street corner is there to protect her or to control her. It looks like textbooks held together with duct tape and a principal begging for light bulbs while generals get medals. I saw war on January 8, yes—but I also see it every day the state lets us rot while it funds bullets instead of books. If you think war is only what happens in Ukraine or Gaza, you haven’t been paying attention to the country in your own backyard.
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