Let’s begin this year with a journey in time and space.
The year is 1976, the day lasts 24 hours, and the season says summer but does not feel like it at all.
It is a dark and barren place, where the few residents live by mining the mountains.
My father and I both took photos back then, it’s impossible to tell who took which. Memory can fade.
The impossible darkness alternates with equally impossible brightness, just like our past.
And then: The end of the world — — —