When the war could, it made use of them too. Horses used in armies, as means of transport and as shields. Mules and donkeys loaded with ammunition. I never understood how, but even the pigeons did their part, as messengers and runners. As for chickens and hens, they have always been brutal, however understandable, raid. Of dogs and cats, this war has shown us bewildered looks, in finding ourselves refugees among refugees, or in wandering around in distorted cities. I don’t know if these cows grazing in Lukashivka noticed the rocket that planted itself in the puddle a few meters from them.
Judging by the position and alert air of the cow looking towards the camera, maybe yes. I would say that she is perplexed, were it not that it is an incongruous adjective with respect to a state of mind – that of the cow – which cannot be translated into human words and therefore remains ineffable. But I don’t think it’s wrong to read a lesson, natural and naturally involuntary, in this image. A silent discourse on the difference between animals and other animals, that is, between them and us; a silent and desperate discourse on how human warfare, the violent technology it uses, involves other innocent living creatures, even if only by violating their peace of mind. Here, something can be said of these cows that it is difficult to say about the Sapiens from a certain age onwards – and that is that they are innocent.