While in Belgium, I met a German looking for peace. Our great-great-fathers fought on different sides during WWI. We went to Flanders where the Second Battle of Ypres took place in 1915.

Armed only with a camera, a typewriter, books and paper, we set out to take up the quarrel with the foe. Instead of gas and canons he burrowed my trench with his peacemaker. He released his love into my waiting pussy so the dead could sleep.

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we made peace where the poppies grow in Flanders Fields.