A frantic father clutches at his head in desperation as he awaits news about his son trapped in a collapsed building in Aquila this morning.
How do you come to terms with such devastation? When something like this happens I vow never to complain again. I have no sympathy for those bad things that happen that we bring upon ourselves....but this.......we have no power over nature.
The sketch was just that, very sketchy, quickly done. I am still packing.....will it ever end? And where did all the rubbish come from?