It feels unfair and unjust to prevent a tear from dropping - at least, a tear for achild, whose name I learned from Fisk's daily reports from Baghdad. In his and some other reports coming fromthe spot, from the eye-witnesses, be it journalists or ordinary people, I can hear people's screams,despair, their blood flows from each printed line... Still these testimonies do not feel like an insult, likethe "sensation hunting" of ambitious "embedded" journalists. These are not technicallysophisticated reports, but probably the only voices that can make Iraqi civilians heard. Only a handful lonelymoral giants have the courage to see the truth, to write it down, and to "disturb" the White House,Westminster, or the Macedonian President - who, by the way, is a priest, a man of God!