The outbreak of the war found my wife and me in Switzerland, where we were taking a cure.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have covered wars, before the epidemic began and since. They are all ugly and painful and unjust, but for me, nothing has matched the dread I felt while walking through the Castro, the Village, or Dupont Circle at the height of the AIDS epidemic.
In the case of my husband, we found that facing a life-threatening illness prodded us to make a dramatic change in our lives.
The fact that I was fortunate enough to escape contagion, in spite of frequent, sometimes daily contacts with the disease, was because I soon guessed how it spread.
I got 'Munich' after I had done 'In Treatment' in Israel, which was very successful. But, when I actually shot it, nobody knew it was going to be sold all over the world and be so successful.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War.
I had seen AIDS patients in India and Africa, and knowing that people were dying even though drugs existed that could help them was shattering for me.
I had had a continuing smoldering fury about the treatment of Jews in Germany.
My father invented a cure for which there was no disease and unfortunately my mother caught it and died of it.
I found out about the Spanish war because I was in Germany when it began.