"Hanged in a spider's web - the postwar sky" My mother remembers a city that looks like a postcard. I've never known it. I do not go looking for the lost paradise of my mother. I want to talk about my feeling of defeat when I walk in the streets of the city, when I imagine the memories of the people demolished under the rhythms of bulldozers. Maybe if I gather all these memories I could save what remains of my love for her. The city.

أخ كبير عرض خيّ ل أنديل