A city forgotten by everyone, two women trying to unravel its secrets, and a dismal silence of war. Is it possible to create without the hope of being heard? Is it possible to mourn for someone obliterated in memories?
A city forgotten by everyone, two women trying to unravel its secrets, and a dismal silence of war. Is it possible to create without the hope of being heard? Is it possible to mourn for someone obliterated in memories?
