Interbellum

Standing between two wars.

Neither one of them knew what would happen.

But he knew...
his hearth could never heal again.

Hate was going through his hearth.
His eyes full of fire.
He couldn't realise it any more.
Blind from the truth...

This piece of paper changed him..
and his family.

He thought that grown up people should know those things.
What they said was more then dreadful.

He didn't understand it...
They used to be loving eachother.

Summer had ended,
autumn came started.

Leaves falling down,
hope was the last thing he had.
But that was futile.

Until the latest hours he prayed.
Useless, not a human or animal would listen.
His faith was gone...
For God
Allah
Brahma
Jaweh

Winter stared the end.
Alone, apart from the others.

He knew it.
This was the end of a war.

Peace came back,
his life was under construction.