An archive holds fragments of toppled statues. In a corner, a fan stirs the atmosphere. The air caresses the archivists’ measured movements. The hum of the motor and the drawn-out wait induce sleep:
In a dream, soldiers and civilians smile, motionless.
(Faraway shots, bullets whistling and explosions).
In another dream, there are just stones, indifference and oblivion.
(None of the above is real or true).