Life is incomprehensible. Accidents happen, everything has many angles, many responsible people, and sometimes none. Not everything can be controlled … actually almost nothing is controllable. We are fragile, so is human existence. The society in which we live is sick, and it even weakens us more because it pushes us away from our natural being, Mother Earth. The world we are creating does not want to look at the monster. And so the monster, crouching between comfort and fear, grows. (In memory of those who die at sea looking for a life, of those who kill without knowing they are killing and dieing and of those who allow others to kill, look away.)
