Between Life and Death | 2017
What kind of insanity is War? It breaks into our life without knocking. It turns all around upside down, throws us out of our homes,
takes our relatives and friends, ruins dreams and intentions. War takes away any meaning. It breeds emptiness that burns all around,
and leaves ruins, storing the memories of war. Like deserted landscapes of ruins, a person’s mind, traumatized after the war,
is searching for a new meaning in this emptiness, in this changed world. They stand misunderstood and forgotten, living only with their memories of war.
The whole world deep in the chaos of eternal wars. It tries to tear itself into pieces. All our life we are fighting, and building, and again fighting,
and it goes around, and around, and around. A man doesn’t get tired of improving weapons to kill his own kind. But does he understand the consequences of such «progress»?
War doesn’t have winners. It’s a playing field for Death. It leaves scars in souls, that hide an incurable pain. Pain that grows into anger, contempt, cruelty, cynicism.
And leads to new wars, even if not on battlefields, but in people’s minds.