grace kelly crimes

like a hollywod princess, a european legend of elegance and dignity, the changi chapel invited us in with her whitewashed walls and bright cheery courtyard. we enter unsuspectingly for another run-of-the-mill war museum (LP Singapore has a boxed text titled "Do mention the war."), and the beginning few parts did little to convince us otherwise. Call me a sucker if you wil, but the next parts soon got me choking back a crest inside my chest. there was something deeply moving about the stories of comrades surviving the prison camps together with good humour and good luck. decades later, they'd meet again in entirely different circumstances, their fates irreversibly diverged. a few more years later, they'd pass on and then their children would visit and pen such devastating notes of gratitude, nostalgia and admiration. and herein, perhaps, lies the appeal of this museum. it's so understated and comes from behind to throw it's message over your eyes, instead of hitting you over the head with it; translating the camaraderie and fraternity of these brave men and women into modern-day sentences.




In other news, i tied a knot on a cherry stem using my tongue.