I read today how in 1945 at the end of the War the British Army rounded up tens of thousands of Cossacks, Caucasians, Slovenians and Croatians. Despite knowing the revenge (mass executions, deportations, dispropriation, persecution) that would be exacted upon them (soldiers, women, the elderly and children) they were handed over to the Red Army. It was part of the post-war agreements with the Soviet Union. At this moment in human development, Germany and much of Southern and Eastern Europe had been razed to the ground by the world war, and now desperate regional post-wars between communist partisans and nationalists were taking hold. Eastern and Southern Europe quickly became a site on which millions of traumatised and starving refugees fled through warred wastelands towards safe or vengeful hands. But not only Europe. The same was happening in East and South Eastern Asia, on an even greater scale. And all this after six years’ warfare (not to mention the 1914-18 war), the holocaust, and then Hiroshima. Year upon year, slaughter upon slaughter; human existence almost reduced to a complete horror, madness and catastrophe, beyond measurement or imagination. In whose name was this instigated? Farce stopped with Charlie Chaplin’s final speech in The Great Dictator and restarted with Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks.