Today is the 70th anniversary of Britain, France, New Zealand and Australia declaring war on Germany, thus launching World War II, an anniversary that seems to have made less of a public impact than I thought it might. Coincidentally I stumbled across this article from the Independent commemorating Nicholas Winton, a stockbroker who succeeded in evacuating over 600 Jewish children from Nazi-occupied Czechoslovakia. It’s a moving story, and one that reminds us that, when remembering events all those years ago, candles in the darkness can still burn brightly. I think that’s something to hold on to, especially now that era seems to be mutating into a cartoonish, Hollywood version of history. Nicholas Winton, the children he saved, those he couldn’t save, the untold numbers of those killed during the War, all deserve to be remembered as living breathing people, but that’s becoming increasingly difficult as time goes on. History repeats itself, the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce (as attempts to Godwin political debate and Tarantino’s new film demonstrate) – so what do we do about it?