Ukraine, photo of the day. The time zone of the war [di Paolo Di Paolo]

“It is difficult to calculate time when time seems to be swallowed up in a whirlpool.” What time is it in Mariupol? The clock hanging on that tree trunk takes effect. Detach on the objects accumulated on that table – fruit juice, a cup, a purple comb, glasses, a bottle, an ashtray. Perhaps because it is in an unusual position. Or perhaps because it speaks to us of a time zone of despair, of that time engulfed in the maelstrom of the violence of history. Is it a time running back? It is a frozen time, a frozen time. Meanwhile, the man’s eyes stare into space.

Come on, stupid clock, get back to work, turn your hands quickly, this day never existed because you never measured it, now I stare at you and those stupid hands make two full turns and we are already tomorrow ….

So writes Antonio Tabucchi in a story about clocks stopped at the time of a human catastrophe. The title is simple and impressive, it is the question that the photography man might ask us: “What time is it with you?”.