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Malvina lives in a war zone herself, but this could just as easily apply to Gaza, or to so many other parts of the planet that we've forgotten about for the moment.
Black-and-white photos lie scattered on the ground, gliding and dancing in the air like fallen autumn leaves. Someone’s cherished memories from long-forgotten seventies and eighties with smiling children's faces, parties and events... Frozen timeframes of happy, lazy days against the cold and terror of today.
I want to gather them all and return them to their owner, but there is no time for that. There is probably no owner either. The nearby houses stand in ruins; sooty crumbled windows watch the road in silent dismay, like broken backbones of hope.
Nothing is left, only these photos, flying in the wind.
I want to gather them all and return them to their owner, but there is no time for that. There is probably no owner either. The nearby houses stand in ruins; sooty crumbled windows watch the road in silent dismay, like broken backbones of hope.
Nothing is left, only these photos, flying in the wind.
