There is despair, "What can I, a little reporter, change?"; There is anger, going to the battlefield twice just to take the most realistic pictures, so that crazy people wake up from the whirlpool of war; there is hope, but it is a fragile love that is bruised and bruised... One person's love and war, two people's love and war, what is frightening is that large-scale wars do not disappear because of love, "Make love, no war"! Tribute to the Spanish writer Arturo Vérez-Revert's novel "War Painter"