Tell us about a time when you flew into a rage. What is it that made you so incredibly angry?

Mostar. Bosnia. During the Balkans war. The Spanish defence minister was visiting Spanish soldiers deployed under the UN mandate. He visited a makeshift cemetery in a park in the middle of the besieged city. There were children playing around. It was winter. Chilling cold. Snow and ice. The kids without coats. Only wearing sweaters. Probably hungry too. The minister brought candies. Enough to attract them to have a nice photo-op. His official photographer began to take pictures of him surrounded by excited children. Bystanders were telling the kids not to go for the candies. That all was only for the picture. But they went anyway. They wanted the candies. Next day that would be the picture in the Spanish newspapers. Sad. Those kids needed help. Coats, food. Not a candy to become a convenient background for a politician’s picture.  Things like that have made me angry many times in my life. To the point of rage? I don’t thing so. I always could denounce these kind of things reporting about them. I needed to keep my mind cold and do my job. That helps a lot.

Daily Prompt: Mad as a Hatter.
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