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With the release of his film “Slava Ukraini”, the philosopher and reporter Bernard-Henri Lévy bears witness to the realities of war. And its anonymous heroes.
By Said Mahrane
Strategy. Bernard-Henri Lévy in the map room of an advanced post on the southern front of Zaporizhia.
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Ithe camera is moving. In Kharkiv, craters are numerous. Not far away, an explosion is heard, which has been preceded by a hum like that of a bee. The Iranian-made quadcopter drone is an eye that sees and kills. The earth is shaking here too, in Ukraine, the sky is humming, and people in between are praying for them and for their dead. War and its images, often the same. In the rubble of a split building, an icon; there, a rosary. The victims are waiting for spring, and the soldiers, the first Leopard tanks. Kharkiv, Izioum, Mykolaiv, Kherson… We now know these cities, at least their names, which we will remember as we remembered, in their time, Sarajevo, Kandahar, Fallujah or Aleppo. There were journalists on site to tell us…