It is a summer day without school, the light is warm, the maximum temperatures close to 35 degrees. Laziness, empty time. A girl has a lighter in her hands; the other, with glasses on her head, looks towards the camera – without smiling. The photographer captures a moment suspended, protected, while the bombs continue to fall in that area. The chessboard on the table functions as an involuntary, unexpected metaphor: war, when it is not visible, is just a game of chess.
And almost only in this way does he seem to be able to perceive it, Europe is heated. She seems deluded or convinced that it is now a Risk without noise and without blood, an abstraction, a slow, exhausted calculation.
