Imagine you're looking through an old book, like a really old book, and you find a bookmark. There's a crudely drawn building on one side. You flip it over. It's a leaflet from 1919. This leaflet meant nothing to the person that put it in there, it was entirely meaningless to them and here you are. Reading this leaflet. asking people to donate money to help orphaned and sick children after ww1. How does that make you feel. Because I am not okay










