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June 6th 1944
A view from a plane, high above Normandy, the battle for the landing zones is in full swing. Bombs are exploding, countless gunshots streak mercilessly across the area, tearing never-to-be-refilled holes in happy families, ending hopeful love relationships, making unbearable numbers of children orphans.
Blood is spilled. Life is lost.
What led us there? How did the hatred and resentment grow so big among humans?
Let us be silent for a minute. Let us think, what this image can teach us.
How different is it in this, our time? How different is today’s mentality of the power-hungry and the uneducated from the mob that led to this slaughter back then?
An image that touches, shakes, angers, fascinates, captures me again and again.
REVELATION:
A blue and red oil tank on a construction site, the red lacquer has already partially scaled of. The tank has become an indelible image, an accusing metaphor for what man can do to man. Not a “nice” image, but a powerful one.
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